:: blame the extended gestation.... ::

:: Monday, April 01, 2002 ::

"I don't understand it. They sound like children on teams, more interested in being right than finding truth. I seriously don't get it. These people are children dressed as adults, pretending their grown-up games are more important now that their hair is thinning, or leaving. I wish I could understand, then maybe I don't. I already see solutions invisible to indifferent eyes content in struggle masquerading as a reason to survive. I don't think understanding would help anything, though I don't see how
I could be much more frustrated watching these Pagliacci clowns bickering over imaginary agendas yielding nothing in the end other than empty, short-termed victory ever-elusive, ever-fleeting.

But I am too, lying I mean. I understand why they do what they do, why they think what they think. It's not complicated understanding why people believe what they believe they need what the need and believe what they read and so I do understand. I do know why. What I don't know is why I don't, or how I can make them like me and this world a Utopia, and why I can't be like them and never change a thing. Breathe out... wait, I'm just typing that but not actually breathing. Ok, there we go." -Voltaaron

:: Jim Nichols 4/01/2002 08:24:00 AM [+] ::
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