Ennui

I think it can safely stated that I a bored. One must ask however, that why safely? Is protection an issue at all with boredom? To which a different One must reply that it is boredom from which every thing not safe sprouts out, or perhaps sprouts in.
We on the other hand, who are curiously monitoring this chatter between One and another One are left with no choice than to not to read.
Non-sense is the fist of all pleasures, rather fist is the mother of all pleasures - sprouting in and out.
I wish I can sleep. I can't sleep.

10000 year old refrain

The subtleties of human subsistence approach a dire turn as one examines the delicate relationship between emotions and necessities -- One exists to contradict the other, and yet they cannot be without one another.

"Etherized upon a table"

Since the searching on the movie The Da Vinci Code is up so much, I believe if I put the words "so dark the con of man" on my blog, it will drive my hits per minute's graph way up. So here we go:
so dark the con of man.

In the desert of solitude

In the desert of solitude, my love,
resonate shadows of your voice;
mirages of your lips.
In the desert of solitude, beneath the stockpiles of distances,
are blooming flowers and the roses of our closeness.
Rising somewhere next to me
is the heat of your breath,
burning in its own fragrance,
kindling slowly.
Far, on the horizon, Love,
the shimmering droplets of your dew glances are falling.
In the desert of solitude,
with much love have lips
of your memories touched
the face of my heart.
It feels now, even though
its a day of discord,
this sun of distances is going to sink,
and let the night come
when we will be together.

My translation of Dasht-e-tanhai (by Faiz A. Faiz).

milestone

So I graduated. I thought I'd have a feast when I would, but it was extremely different than what I had imagined it to be. It was allright, I guess. I didnt feel anything different; no butterflies in the stomach; no excitement; no rush of blood. I just came home and went to bed. Altough when I woke up around 9PM, I had sweat on my temples and the neck, and had this feeling of extreme content. I just laid there watching the ceiling for who knows how long, listening to the silence. My shoulders felt so relaxed and light.
I thought about it again, and a grin crawled up on my lips. I think that was it. It was this smile that I worked so hard for. I had achieved it.

arc-iology

Sometimes there are no words; For words are not the only form of expression known. Sometimes, you just want to sit infront of your screen, open up the blogger and just draw an arc with a lead pencil, extending in between the left and right diagnol of the screen.
And then, that arc must not be translated into words.

a world of difference

Somebody once said "Illusion is the first of all pleasures". I thought about it, and found out that my conclusions based on observation and experiences go otherwise. The fact of the matter is "illusion is the fist of all pleasures".