The Wee Democracy

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i didn't write this, but it certainly sums up alot of what i've been thinking about lately, which may explain my constant absenteeism regarding writing in this thing:

"the surgeon exists because holes are bad and need sewing. at the end of the day he goes home and knows he has sewn up thirty cuts, splinted ten broken limbs, and the world is closer to life and further from death over all. the philosopher exists because holes are bad and proceeds to find new holes, or take existing holes and try to tear them open further. at the end of the day, the job is never done, there is never anything concrete to show for it except confused looks, cluttered offices, and a few corpses of people who lived their lives and never got it anyway....

the question of the artist versus the ambulance driver, i've come to realize, isn't a simple question of how to live. it's a question, too, of how to promote living, how to stave off dying. the ambulance driver does it by simply entering the fray, plucking the wounded off the pavement and trying to sew them up. this is a noble thing. it's this nobility which makes the artist look bad, because how do you pluck the wounded off the pavement abstractly? how do you pluck yourself off the pavement? in order to live, in order to justify living, we can't just fill the space of our lives with empty amusement, with pointless light and sound and words - we're going to have to try harder now. "

food for thought, anyways.



feeling: speechless
thinking of: sunny days
song of the day: exit music - radiohead
and you can laugh your spineless laugh. we hope your rules and wisdom choke you.