The Human Race is the Ultimate Tragic Hero. Our greatest attribute, free will, an "upper conciousness" will also be our downfall.
The only way to save the world is to install a dictatorship so that the masses follow the few that know what "the right thing to do" is. Unfortunately, this will also destroy the world.
You can take the boy out of darkness, but you can't take the darkness out of the boy.
Sometimes people look at me, knowing my reputation, and ask for some kernal of wisdom or poetry, and I simply have nothing to say. . .
In the process of trying to know everything, feel everything, do everything, and just absorb everything so I can be everything, I discover that I have spread myself so thin that I often have to question just who, or what, I am. . .
I don't believe myself to be special. Different, yes, but that goes for all of us. Beauty lies in each and every person. It all depends on how much of it they wish to share with the rest of the world.
Dusk never dies, it merely fades away. . .
My dream would be to live as another person for a day. Not just to look how they look and live their life, but to think as they think. . . to know 100% how their opinions differ from mine, and maybe come a step closer to knowing why.
Why do I want to know why we are all so different? Why do I want dissect the human pshyce and know all the knooks and crannies? Maybe because the more I learn about others, the more I know about myself and the more firmly I become grounded in my own personal beliefs. Maybe because the more I know about why people think differently the easier it will be for me to relate to them and live in harmony with them. Maybe I'm just bored. . .
For another man'd be crying / if I did all I please / so in curing ourselves of pain / we create a new disease -- Song for Eliot
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