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sORE
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since 2003-01-24
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0 posted 2003-01-28 11:45 PM


BAD FAITH


Living in a world of dreams, with every moment
carried on from the last. With every person
telling themselves their having a blast. I refuse
too, I stand alone and strong. Am I really? I can't
deny that I try to convince myself but even I can't blind me from myself. Even I can't absorb this new routine. Even I can't stop thinking of me. No love, it's not hate, just confusion with nowhere
to point the blame. It's just bad faith. Do I really have the choice? The buddhist, he would tell me to live with the noise. And I would say, "[edited by moderator]", as my secular side slides in allowing me to forget what really lies within.

Living in a world of homelessness, not men without a home but men who have lost all hope. Men and women who have lost all meaning. People with doubt and despair, people who have not names but numbers, it’s complete anomy. Isolated and insecure we remain divided. Is it better than living life so sure? A habbitation with unity and faith, would that be better, a life thought to be so pure? A life where everyone pretends to be so happy, with no chaos, everyone is feeling secure. Then where would our freedom be? Our individuality? Our ability to think of what we really thought, to teach what really needs to be taught. Not hear only what we’ve been told and see only what we’ve been shown. Will we ever be able to see the whole picture? We as human beings never even see the same picture, the same image, some will see a vase while others will see the faces. We must show each other, understand each other; beforewe can move on to the other. Or we must at least try.

Living in a world of people who will still reify, again and again only to feed their un dialectical minds. So much to do and so little time, no wonder so many have fallen from the sky. It's mind numbing as the repetition sets in. It's every day, it's the same questions that just won't end.
Why? Am I just another form another kind, another radical idea that no one ever finds, another question? Am I?

sORE




[This message has been edited by Sunshine (01-29-2003 09:38 AM).]

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