Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life
I’ve never been able to start or finish anything...
Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others
which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there
are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself...
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Somewhere Real
There's a place that's real somewhere within us, unornamented by the brainwashing this world gives us. How do we reach that place knowing that it's the only place that matters? It's funny that what matters isn't enough for our survival.
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there's a point.. when u're too much of a brain-washable material that finding this 'real somewhere' fits in the brainwashing process you have grown so used to !
I hate the over use of the word 'survival' . won't go through with the question of why it should it matter so much.. as it doesn't if your somewhere real is yet to be found.
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