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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Monday, November 22, 2004
 
How do we ever know for certain when we are certain? As Rene DesCartes said, I think, therefore I am. But when the issue in question isn't about being, but about knowing, how then, can we draw the equation?
Nothing is for sure: relationships, dynamics, ideas, setups, systems, the works... We ought to have learnt something from the rise and fall of the dynasties of ancient civilisations, and the makes and breaks of relationships between people.
We can never know for sure who'll be there when we need somebody, and who might appear when we least expect it. "If we have no expectations, everything would be good". Now isn't that true? You never know what you can count on.
It's time to disentangle and start anew.

 

 
   
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