Just when you thought that the brick wall has hardened and has become impervious from a tiny prick, you discover that the brick is a mere cardboard, revealing a hollow interior from where all the strong emotions emanate. Then, an unforeseen blow maims you.
There’s no place I’d rather be than the office—the mundane routines, the inanities of call-taking, the shallow conversations, the dullness of the computer screen. It’s the most comfortable blanket that I could find.
Aging with restlessness
I was fooled by my years
Nothing comes after the waiting
Waiting is all there is.
“How dare you accuse your father?”
Jesus said with contempt
I could still taste his spit
It was cold and sweet.
I turned to the man next to me
“Sir, how come I have nothing on me? Where am I?”
His eyes with the
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Nothing is ever that good.
When the heart accepts that, one is truly happy. Grateful, even.
Reminds me of Descartes: We can only approach the state of perfection. And never, ever reach it.
Hence, once can only go as far as happily verging upon.
We can only verge upon.
- from Cat's Cradle
And I remembered The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon, which I had read in its entirety the night before. The Fourteenth Book is entitled, "What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years?"
It doesn't take long to read The Fourteenth Book. It consists of one word and a period.
This is it:
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