Oh my god...I had two posts in mind just awhile ago, one especially composed with already nearly precise verbage. But they'll have to wait...they'll have to wait because I must be insane. Not to have noticed before what I just noticed. As I walked into the supermarket this evening, to buy some groceries, my shopping instincts went into autodrive as I began to notice Everybody, every single of hundreds of bodys, each and everyone distinctly dressed, commanding of time and place, and each with a uniquely unjudgeable face. I saw humanity, in entirety--but no ugliness. No one more or less beautiful than another. I merely saw souls shining through countenances, some more vibrant and energetic than others, yes, but none unworthy of my genuine amazement. And as I gazed childlike about, I noticed others' gazes occasionally catching mine with a matching fascination of genuine awakening. We were awakening! Not all of us, but synchronously, some. And it was as contagious as a yawn yet anything but. It has been a long time since I felt so connected outside as a stranger within such a mix of humanity. Insanity. For which I hope there is never a cure.
Day: March 27, 2002
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Looking at my SIR list, I decided to examine those who haven't published anything at all yet this year. Although it would be foolish to say that everyone in the list below is gone from Xanga for good, clearly and sadly, these are some who are.
Yet it may be a glad thing, too, for some to have moved on to other, better things. Some have undoubtedly just abandoned an old Xanga alias and assumed a new, fresh one. Others--who knows? We just can't assume that leaving Xanga is an unmitigated disaster! Maybe Xanga, for some, was merely therapy for their bout with hopelessness. And when hope arrived, Xanga properly departed. Perhaps, for some, Xanga just filled a period of ennui until true excitement appeared/reappeared in their lives. Who knows?!
Could be that one or two forgot their Xanga password and didn't bother to pursue it further. Could be that here or there someone was sentenced to blog as a form of public service for a misdemeanor of scribbling graffitti on the side of a railway car and that they have since paid their dues. Could be that at least one was abducted by aliens and that he/she is now blogging hyperdimensionally in the Extranet of another world?
Could be this...could be that...
But this, by love, is how they left:
hi all - am a little pressed for time, so at the risk of losing a limb, am disobeying my sister.
She wanted me to go to each weblog of the old friends and new here, and wish a thanks for all the good wishes.
I had taken a printout to her yesterday of all your comments, and she was mighty pleased.
Also she wanted to say, that she would be replying to mails later, when she can access the internet. Right now, despite my coercions, she refuses to hand me her passwords.
--Nash's bro
Tangerine (no indication—just left)
darcieee Wish someone would give me the gift of premium. I did the trial once and it was great. But being unemployed, I can't afford it myself! Bah!
PS Update: Wow, thanks Beckerbuns! I'm stunned! Okay so should I start putting pictures up again??
(Apparently, Beckerbuns gave her the gift if Premium and she never published thereafter! --notforprophet)
webbiegirl notfortheprophet!