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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, March 31, 2008
 
The human being is such an amazing creature.

And...
That is all I have to say.

I think that, in itself, will suffice.

I amaze myself.
I never cease to surprise myself with the fodder that's churned out from within the deep dark recesses of the electrical labyrinth of synapses that sits above my neck, safe in its own little cocoon.

The heart, is purely metaphysical. Because the heart really sits within the head. There's your conundrum.

Any moment now, I am ready for that whiplash to hit me. To render me out of sorts. To strike me back to square one. To pull the rug out from under to. To sneak up on me when I'm riding high and feeling utterly invincible. That is when it will hit me. Why is this cynicism so? Because cynicism is what keeps us living and breathing. It is the protective shell of a lab coat. So impotent, yet so important.


Any moment now. I'm waiting. And ready.
Yet each passing moment whereby nothing happens renders me more and more complacent.


Ahhhh.. life.
Such a paradox.
Such a wonder.
Such a pickle.

 

 
   
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