Thought myself:Me and pain, has a funny relationship. I fear it in it's every move, but I want to use it to feal sorry for myself, to feal I have fealings and to feal I am alive. My only illness is the illness of man.The illness of the thought. There is nothing horrable about death, only that we try to prevent it. It's like a race where you always want to in front of everybody else, but never to cross the finishline. |
Stolen:He who has imagenation, but no learning has wings, but no feet. A closed mind is like a closed book, just a block of wood. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as warning to others. |
| Make me think |