I have a problem.
There are about 10 very concise topics about which I want to write desperately. once I'll have written about them, though, the finished piece will be posted and thus carved into the stoney brain of the internet.
It will be some kind of eternal speech of what I think. Despite the fact that indeed i'll be able to change or rewrite it anytime I want to.
These topics, they are a part of myself. The words and letters I will use to express my thoughts about them are like a new DNA. These are not my raisons d'être but they inspire them.
They inspire my daily life and have inspired a lot of what I did and what I am going to do. It's hard to let got. carving out the exact rows of letters, which ought to encode my passions and sentiments, the movements of my heart and my soul and my brain.
one year ago at a school seminar a franciscan read us a story.
[meta note: to write this sentence makes me proud.]
[hyper-meta note: writing this meta note makes me look like a selfconfident arrogant dull turd.]
the story centered around 4 elementary things in live. you gotta go and dwell into something. go. you gotta follow the star. see the star. you gotta stay wake. wake up.
and I can't remember what the fourth thing was.
