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Past and future are myths. The past is just the present that has died and the future will never exists anyway, because by the time we get to it the future will have turned into the present. The present is all there is. The ever-moving, ever-changing present. And the present is fickle. It can only be caught by letting go.
The point of love is to help you survive. The point is also to forget meaning. To stop looking and start living. The meaning is to hold the hand of someone you care about and to live inside the present.
[...] this is the species whose main excuse for not doing something is 'if only I had more time'. Perfectly valid until you realise they do have more time. Not eternity, granted, but they have tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. In fact, I would have to write 'the day after' thirty thousand times before a final 'tomorrow' in order to illustrate the amount of time on a human's hands.
Some humans not only like violence, but crave it [...]. Not because they want pain, but because they already have pain and want to be distracted away from that kind of pain with a lesser kind.
[...] the whole of human history is full of people who tried against the odds. Some succeeded, most failed, but that hasn't stopped them. Whatever else you could say about these particular primates, they could be determined.
Everything is valuable under the right conditions. To a man dying of thirst, water is more precious than gold. To a man drowing, water is of little worth and great trouble.
[...] The anger of the tongue. You have to fear it. All have to fear it. [...] The anger of the teeth is force by contact. Violence by touch. Combat. [...] Ripping. Tearing. The anger of the tongue needs not touch, but it is force just the same. It cuts just as quick.
I know I'm not going to be able to have the kind of relationship I want until the wall inside of me comes down. I can't do that until this is put to rest.
Thinking I had next to no friends because I intimidated people by being so exceptional is not true. I had next to no friends because I wasn't friendly.
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