Saturday, May 22, 2010


Everything we conceive of as beautiful is paradoxical. Love continually hovers on the precipice of pleasure and pain. Sunsets stand on the threshold between the day and the night. Life itself is a shifting miasma of destruction and reincarnation that leaves 'you' balanced on the pinpoint of every given moment.

Get rid of the expectations and the paradoxes may resolve. I'm trying. It is hard.

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