Thursday, January 17, 2008
If I were to not write these things (or take part in some equivalent: a discussion, or a stint of painting, or the writing of a song, or the writing of something else), then I would, to some degree, hate myself and hate everything around me. The constant processing of things is all that allows me to be slightly at peace with things, not because things are necessarily worthy of dislike, but because they are constantly crying out for analysis and interpretation and transformation. It is the responsibility of every individual to do his part in reflecting back the world to itself, for his own sake and for the sake of all things.
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