Sunday, June 17, 2007

Sunday evening

Words obscure truth.
Wise men leave them behind.
Better to sit in a grove of trees
With squirrels and birds
And say nothing.




I think about things a lot.
Many hours of deep concentration.
And when I am done
Nothing has changed.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Part One:
Words obscure truth...

Bullshit! Words ARE truth.

Wise men leave them behind.

Wise men know NOTHING!
(of wait...that's WISDOM...)

Better to sit in a grove of trees
With squirrels and birds
And say nothing.

Or DO NOTHING!
Words...and ACTIONS, define US.

I think about things a lot.

No shit.

Many hours of deep concentration.
And when I am done
Nothing has changed.

Then bite the silver bullet, off yourself, and let 37 Third World People live off your excess bounty.

Did I "get it"?

Probably not...

Anonymous said...

oh yeah...

I'm only kidding O' Wise One...

:-)

Anonymous said...

it's really no wonder you're depressed...you are trying to talk yourself into believing in a system that declares that life has no meaning. how sucky is that? i bet, like most people, you probably rather believe there is meaning in those moments, and in those places, and with those people where you make it meaningful.