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"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend."
Albert Camus.
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[Sep. 20th, 2009|01:07 am] |
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I have got considerably less thoughts surprisingly now on this flight home. Cats and a bed waiting for me, a waving friend I am anxious to hear from. Peacocks and ostriches on the mind.
Wisdom dies with age. Not an age as I was led to believe and to remember from sayings and thorough repetition, not in the way you, Stephan, had so managed to explain for me to understand, not only with your words but a way. Those four words were a weaved loom disguising a large dug out hole for catching big cats. The word for that now escapes me. This flight from Toronto to London with long looks out my window leaves me with even less questions. You were so very thorough, and clear. There were no questions left that I've thought about. Sorry about that. Maybe more for you as a person with your interests, and not upon your discourse into the philosophy itself. I've never been one for that, not really. Philosophy, not discussion. Even if the discussion (or explanation?) for this particular thread ends here; I am sure I will have more questions. Thank you for them and the rough tumble in, although with your rather simple sentence I did not avoid - and either did you in reply - but gazed even further into what I consider not to be so 'depressing', at the very least for me. Factual, perhaps. Realistic, optimistically.
My plane will soon be landing. Another rather learned evening almost passed, and as you articulately worded, another thousand steps my sole marches in that inevitable procession towards my human end. However, before that, another chapter from a mystery thriller and then sleep. |
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