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Break, Redux:
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
| | 1. it scares me, it really does. That I may not be the same person who would say all so assuredly, so brightly back in day, sophomore year of stuy, that "economics make da world go 'round". I cared so much about what make the world go round back then. It scares me that maybe I--dont--anymore. maybe it was ~ or something. 2. I'm not the meritocracy's pure product. John Lee is. traded in his soul for a ticket to MIT. This kid was my competitor in junior high, when I was still effortlessly the best. Green is the color of envy. And |
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To continue: Or—how low can you go. And early-twenties are experimental throw-away years. And, always keep them away from what you love, right. Naah, sometimes silence germinates and sometimes it rots-out. This thought is indicative my maturity. My increased sophistication. My increasingly nuanced thinking. My liberal arts education. Applied to relevant issues. Like how hatred, too, is a healthy emotion. Which I’ve known to be true for many years, or at least that it’s a potent palliative. Of course, be careful, always. That can get out of hand too. Acupuncture with a fork. A deft touch is an utmost virtue. I know of only a few.
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also:
The Boy With the Incredible Brain
(the part about his skin response to pi especially. see--everything is connected. emotion, abstraction, aesthetics, biology, among other things.)
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