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Far Far Away
I will die. I could die at anytime- what better reason to enjoy every moment. All things will die; all things will pass-what better reason to let go of things that have gone. Worrying changes nothing-what better reason not to worry. Constant discursive thinking detaches me from everything-what better reason to stop discursive thinking. Far far away, there is a "me" that not only knows this, but lives it.
Sometimes, we both live it.
We have created infinite entertainments, distractions, conveniences, and contraptions and yet, what has really changed? Give me a field of trees, and I'll happily bid farewell to every invention of any century of any world.
But these inventions aren't where lie the problem. A TV is a TV. A game is a game. Have I invented something more?
Give me a field of TV's and I'll happily bid farewell to all the trees in the world.
If only I meant this.
If only I lived this.
Along with Far Far Away me...
posted by PA on Friday, March 12, 2004
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