Ahh, Janis m'dear, you're right - yes you are. But you forget who & what we are, us humans. We've split the atom, walked on the moon, built complex political & social systems, philosophized, mathematized & dragged our souls out on paper. We watched the telly and read the papers. We invented currency & economics and let them run rampant though the world. Amazing creatures, us. Aber im Keller ist immer eine Leiche.
You'd figure we could spread the love & the food & the medical advances to all, but there's an entire continent of misery to tarnish our glory. You'd figure we'd have the basic animal instinct of not shitting where one sleeps resolved to a civilized & advanced level, yet we've shit all over this planet without shame. We simply fail to see the bigger picture; I don't think our brains are wired like that.
A certain german used to say that sometimes it's just numbers - that bigger picture. Of course, he was a monster, him. And we? We eat & fuck & watch the telly.
But why is the wine gone?
It's a funny night. I have this need for reality bubbling to the surface; I wish I could paint or draw or draw haunting melodies from the strings of a violin. When too many hours are consumed by worrying about the quirky garbage collecting habits of a JVM or balancing paychecks to account for parking where I shouldn't & driving too fast I wonder what the point is. Not that parking where the mood strikes & driving as fast as the car will go & even overactive garbage collecting are not thrilling enough in themselves - but them's cheap thrills. I wonder when I started correlating feeling with reality.
That's the yearn - feeling & cherries & the road. I'm rambling in sentiment tonight, clearly.
Since there's still no wine (I tried to miracle my water, but I must be rusty), let the music compensate: Iron & Wine - lovely soul.
Dear Janis, I want to know more about Denmark & Copenhagen. Draw me there, so I can leave here.
But until then, farewell, and write to me,
And keep these very wise words in your mind:
"This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Though canst not then be false to any man."
... or woman. I'm sure that's an allegorical use of the word :)
Peace, out.
Jinx
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