Knowledge is like a sharp pain between the eyes. It throbs and hurts and makes us wince.
Awareness is a curse that will leave us naked in the worst of blizzards, shivering and begging for a break or a moment of sleep.
Growth is in the end nothing but the early stages of the final fall, necessary yet futile.
Sadness is a deep, dark lake into which we feel compelled to dive once in a while to wash off the sweat of brief happiness.
And words are just that. Words. They’ll occasionally get one drunk.


























« All right, here’s a comment to my own post (it’s like a « note to self » or something) :
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Date of comment: 2006-12-07 00:23 •- And Joy is... a brand of dishwashing soap.
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:-) »
Date of comment: 2006-12-07 05:56 •« Joy is a life heater, a life bender, a life saver.
Date of comment: 2006-12-08 13:10 •Words can be pure joy.
Or, misused, pure hell. »