לפני 18 שנים. 17 ביולי 2005 בשעה 19:31
What a scary though, I mean some actually reads these blogs (at least it is not my mother, yuppi).
Moreover, there is a whole thread dedicated to the blogs people like, and they grade them too.
I still haven’t figured out what I write in here, but one thing I know for sure, it is a vent, a new form of a vent for me, so lets see what happens.
The problem of blogging, some one out there has written it before, and better, I know I have read some too.
Not just blog’s, I hate to admit but any original thought I can put here has been said by some one, and far more eloquently then I can, so? Revert to poetry?. A state and condition, I leak poetry only when I am blue.
Happiness is just around the corner. Therefore, I am looking for a corner.
Logic is the only weapon in mans arsenal that is worthless when fighting a woman.
in someone else's word's:
"Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over, and uniting with another (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished, still subordinate-?); it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world for himself in another's sake."
"Like so much else, people have also misunderstood the place of love in life, they have made it into play and pleasure because they thought that play and pleasure were more blissful than work; but there is nothing happier than work, and love, just because it is the extreme happiness, can be nothing else but work."
-Letters to a Young Poet, Rilke
Moreover, there is a whole thread dedicated to the blogs people like, and they grade them too.
I still haven’t figured out what I write in here, but one thing I know for sure, it is a vent, a new form of a vent for me, so lets see what happens.
The problem of blogging, some one out there has written it before, and better, I know I have read some too.
Not just blog’s, I hate to admit but any original thought I can put here has been said by some one, and far more eloquently then I can, so? Revert to poetry?. A state and condition, I leak poetry only when I am blue.
Happiness is just around the corner. Therefore, I am looking for a corner.
Logic is the only weapon in mans arsenal that is worthless when fighting a woman.
in someone else's word's:
"Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over, and uniting with another (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished, still subordinate-?); it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world for himself in another's sake."
"Like so much else, people have also misunderstood the place of love in life, they have made it into play and pleasure because they thought that play and pleasure were more blissful than work; but there is nothing happier than work, and love, just because it is the extreme happiness, can be nothing else but work."
-Letters to a Young Poet, Rilke
