January 2010
“I use big words quite often in substitution for semantically equivalent words.”
How do we come to terms with our own mortality? We have left an indelible mark on the world. The oldest mark are the pyramids. Those who built them are long gone, as we shall be. But what have we left behind that can match the pyramids? Can our signature be recognized by future generations? Or are we doomed to be forgotten?
Yes, yes.
I want to believe, to have faith, to realize. But all I know is what I have a habbit of beliveing in. It’s driving me insane. I’m torn between wanting to know, and not giving a shit about it. I keep letting things get to me, when really I know they’re right, and I just want to believe in something so one day when I come to the end of my life, if any little thing of it is true, I...
