June 11, 2009

  • Sometimes I feel just so young.  I look back at things I was thinking/doing/saying even 2, 3 years ago, and I think: I've grown so much since then.  Soon I'll be looking this moment in the same way.  It's been the same thing for all of us, individually and as a whole species.

    Sometimes I feel just so dissatisfied.  I look at what I've done, what I'm doing and I think: it's not enough.  No world, life, or creation is ever enough.  And I also think: GOOD!  This keeps me from giving up!  It keeps the fire and thunder inside, keeps the explosions from ever stopping.  Hello world, I will never be completely satisfied with you or myself, and I accept this and, in this, am satisfied.

    Who can create when he has nothing to express?  Who can be anything when he has never been nothing, has never realized that he is no one?