[ the quoted words below are stolen excerpts from an amiga's blog - my bad - just dog-cocky enough for self-proclamation ]"i've met the man older than the universe..i am his believer yet sometimes my views would not meet his but still i attentively listen...he's the most deviant being ive ever crossed paths with...but still i honor him as a great man with so much talent and capabilities but he is blinded by the walls that he built around himself and left him so isolated...he is not a nobleman and you wouldn't even spend seconds with him if your a stranger but despite of that he has both narrowmindedness and openmindedness that nobody would fathom except himself. he lives by the moment...he is his own master and servant...he is the one."[ what follows are my own words in a vain attempt to say something about myself ]it was about eight years ago when i first met my nephew here in orange, california. he was only seven years old then and he repeatedly asked me the question, "uncle ding, how old are you?" i was twenty-seven then but i kept telling him, "i'm older than the universe..." it cracked me up each time his next question popped up, "how old is the universe?" now he's fifteen and i guess he's at that age when boredom tempts you like the way the devil plays with idle time. when i hear him say, "i'm bored." i tell him, "you're bored because you let yourself get bored...i don't get bored because 'i have an amazing power of observation' (a line my mind retained from a pink floyd song). i tell him that although he does not understand what i'm trying to say, by the time he gets it, that's when he will never get bored.i guess i'm just stealing back my own words from a friend's blog. i'm stealing them back because having uttered them meant they were her's or anybody else's soul to own. just as everything we thought we own is nothing more than borrowed...what our dreams unfold, our stardust memory has bestowed.i still wrestle with my own dark shadow from time to time...i cannot be the one because i'm blessed and cursed to be the VII.(...figuring out the bullshit about aging like the universe, the little boy laughed at me and uttered, " you're weird, ding...", and tried to spell the word in glee, "weird...wee...r...weird." ...and so i am, for i am strange as i shall be, strange but true, like black and blue.)
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