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Saturday, December 27, 2008

where's the bride?

What's odd is not there thirst to exercise their power rather their immaturity while trying to do so. They seem nothing more then amateurs: exhibitionists trying to cover for their lack of skill, professional knowledge and expertise by laying the blame on their subordinates. I pity them and I pity those who are their subordinates. Ah! of course the distributio of power and resources has always been beyond logic but this is ludicurous. Well, to keep the record right, you know, I insist that we stay clear on this one: the only thing fair about life is that it's unfair. Deal with lyfe as it is not as you thought it should be. 
What defines you is not what you are but what you have been till now, your future is nothing but one small, in infinitude, black dot. Whereas, your past is, and I repeat so that you can allow yourself time to let it sink in, your past is. It still is, and it will forever remain, a glorious and serence blur light connecting you to yourself, defining your being; your wishes that you have conquered, your hopes that were never fulfilled, your infinitesimally small knowledge about loved ones who have passed away tormenting each day of your life ever since for not giving yourself time to know them better, the accidents that have left scars on your body. There is a torrent of events, names, structures, noises, caresses and all that is felt connecting you to yourself in time and space through your past.
Silently, without making much noise, his voice trailed off to somewhere in my past and I could no longer hear him. All I can hear now is laughter, unbriddled and nonsensical laughter!

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