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2005-10-10 01:53 am

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God is the mirrormask.

The reality glued to our senses is the mask, and our faces are our personae.
novapsyche: Sailor Moon rising into bright beams (Default)
2005-10-09 06:53 pm
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Can love love itself?
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2005-08-31 08:00 pm
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I am taking a break from updating my resume. Too long of a break, actually. Need to get back to work.

Something I wrote in my fragments, 8/2/05:

It is my fear of drowning that keeps me from learning how to swim. Fear operates in the absence of faith and trust. If I trusted myself more, perhaps I could learn how to swim.
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2005-08-25 09:57 am
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fragments, 8/25/02

Nonviolence is an exercise in self-discipline.
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2003-07-15 05:23 pm
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fragments, 6/10/03, 9:52 p.m.

The universe isn't a problem to be solved; it's a condition satisfied.
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2003-07-15 12:41 pm
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fragments, 6/23/03, 9:43 p.m.

This is something I mentioned to F on the phone after I'd seen The Matrix Reloaded:

"Is love the genesis of choice?"

I think that's the ultimate question distilled from the movie. And it's a worthy question. Can love trump the mechanisms of fate? In my mystical experience, I would have to say yes. While I can never know for certain, I feel that the soul trumps death because of its love, its yearning, for God.
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2003-02-26 03:58 am
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fragments, 2/25/03

11:57 p.m.

This physical world is kind of like God throwing His voice.
novapsyche: Sailor Moon rising into bright beams (Default)
2003-02-24 06:29 pm
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fragments, 2/23/03

5:43 p.m.

Rhythm precedes language.

And the perception of rhythm necessarily precedes the apperception of language.

(So, does that mean that, in poetry, the rhythm supercedes the vocabulary?)