History repeating itself. The patterns have become clearer as the last piece of the puzzle fell to its place. To act upon impulse is luring, but I choose not to.
Not knowing what to trust, I embrace the unknown. Not knowing where to go, I stay here. Not comprehending the past, I must learn and understand. Being afraid to look at the potential, I will face the darkness in candlelight.
For the first time in aeons, I am afraid...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Hypnos (Redux)
The first night of true and uninterrupted rest in weeks. I accept this gift with humility and gratitude. The first time I had a dream in months. I find this both Amusing and, at the same time, comforting. My so-called night time rest has been nothing but an uneasy vortex in an abyss.
"Will death cleanse me of this Nemesis? I taste the blood and all the pain..." --Thomas Gabriel Fischer, Celtic Frost, "Nemesis" from "Vanity/Nemesis"
"Will death cleanse me of this Nemesis? I taste the blood and all the pain..." --Thomas Gabriel Fischer, Celtic Frost, "Nemesis" from "Vanity/Nemesis"
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Wisdom
From the diary of the great Robert Fripp Sunday, 20th September 2009
Responsibility
We are born with rights, freedoms and obligations.
We are born with freedoms, and have the obligation to claim them.
It is as true to say that we are born with obligations, and have the right to honour them.
We have the freedom to exercise our rights to the degree that we have the freedom to meet our obligations.
The key to our personal freedom is the extent to which we accept responsibility for exercising our rights and meeting our obligations.
Our sense of personal responsibility, in respect to rights & obligations, in some cases may be innate; but in others, may not be.
The sense & feeling of personal responsibility, and our capacity to exercise it, is primarily an outcome of education.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Chthonic
Distilled from this disarray, a megaron and an effigy. An appropriate shrine for a failure.
Nothingness
An austere and a passionless state of being. The sensation of detachement grows as the reveries subside. The Elysian Fields of yesterday linger in a dreamlike vapor and the glorious Ignis Fatuus remains as a suffocating flame, moribund and withering. I can almost touch the flame, with trembling hands, I can.
And there will be the Third, and the Third will be the end of all.
And there will be the Third, and the Third will be the end of all.
Monday, September 14, 2009
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