Thursday, September 22, 2005
pondering makes the world still
((justforthatlittlewhile))
from fuzz.
Suffering is one very long moment.
We cannot divide it by seasons.
We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return.
With us time itself does not progress.
It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain.
The paralysing immobility of a life every circumstance of which
is regulated after an unchangeable pattern, so that we eat and drink
and lie down and pray, or kneel at least for prayer,
according to the inflexible laws of an iron formula:
this immobile quality, that makes each dreadful day in the
very minutest detail like its brother, seems to communicate itself
to those external forces the very essence
of whose existence is ceaseless change.
Of seed-time or harvest, of the reapers bending over the corn,
or the grape gatherers threading through the vines,
of the grass in the orchard made white with broken blossoms
or strewn with fallen fruit:
of these we know nothing and can know nothing.
- Oscar Wilde
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from me, to fuzz and back to me.
Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence.
Talent will not;
nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.
Genius will not;
unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education will not;
the world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
The slogan 'press on' has solved and always will solve
the problems of the human race.
--Calvin Coolidge
shout-ins
ungkuu: how i know ur exams over!? ok, let's meet like, now. N-O-W-!-!-!
the-wanna-see-my-fugly-hair-fans: it's fugly la!!!! dont bother!!!
rabbitlovesquiggles
__love__conquers__all__my__damn__ass__!
christy the great.
i like nonsense
i love tangle
