...A bunch of yellow notepads I'd carried and written in over a few years, with the intention of eventually compiling a collection. I can't say I can recall what inspired it, particularly, but I think the point's fairly clear. Here it is, as was:
Monotony; mutiny;
theatrical dispute only
indicates a lack of
conviction: lack of certainty;
there can be no debate
where one knows the
truth. Disavowals of
concrete truths only
show a child's
inheritance of the
substance of things.
Substance is substantially
lacking in many of our
modern age; replace person
with a contrived personality;
false laughs mask
confusion; disgust; pity...
pity there are so
many 'hopeless' cases-
but then- what's a
hopeless case to a 'head
case' and whose right
is more wrong? Would we
rather honor crippling
honesty or favour
meticulous falsities?
Truth... What a beautiful
noun. No more, but a
mystery. Life is, in
itself- forever and
always- a mystery.
Life is the truest
form of expression,
when committed without
digression. See no mirror!
Fear no eye! But live,
and live for more than
the act alone, of
living.
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