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Sunday April 03, 05
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08:51 AM - Volte-Face
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So I've resigned myself to the belief that all of this pulses on forever. See, we don't remember being born, nor do we know what it's like to die. All we know is what we've lived, so who's to say that we don't live this way forever? Who's to say that even if we have indeed died a thousand times over that at some level we never know it and just continue on the same way we always have? All of this is endless and I much like you, travel through it all alone. Always off and away, mooning timelessness. Not too miserable a theory, really, and it fits in perfectly with what I do for a living, or rather an eternity.
Oh, but I do often ask myself questions. An example? Okay. Hmmmm, am I actually the last of the famous international playboys, or am I a timeworn, solitary gargoyle completely and utterly antiquated by continuance in general? Humpft. The things I do to pass the time, and the funny thing is, I never actually answer myself either. No, I don't really want to know.
The Pope died yesterday, but not really. See in his mind, he's still Poping it up, completely unaware that he's tripped off and into another dimension. Trust me people, I've figured everything all out!
Anyway, I have to be in Atlanta later on in the week, so I'll be sure to pray that at some point en route I'll just simply find myself mentally angling somwhere else. Somewhere far, far away from where I'm presently anchored. Oh so obtuse.
Not insane,
Sullen
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