May 26, 2005

  • After having learned that birds are actually dinosaurs, I
    cannot now eat chicken without marveling how good dinosaur meat tastes.

    You can touch a keyboard, but you can’t really embrace
    it.  And that, perhaps, sums up all
    internet-blog romances:  You can touch
    someone and be touched by someone by words online.  But embraces are reserved for bodies with
    arms and faces.

    Would you not agree that the greater tragedy is not to have
    loved and lost but to become so hardened to loss so never to love again?

    The mystic Merton once observed that “you become in the
    image of the gods you worship.”  Hrmm…
    Who is the god of running?  Mercury, the
    fleet-footed messenger, no?   Tiny
    planet.  One of my gods has a hot,
    seemingly useless tiny planet named after him. 
    That’s disrespectful!

    If there was no such thing as a pharmaceutically produced
    pill in this world, but all medicine instead was harbored in the inviolate
    bodies of exotic insects which had to be ingested whole and alive o be
    medicinally effective, would we be a society of insect-poppers?

    I’m more than me.  I’m
    the essence of the true American: though bound with responsibilities, I’m still
    unpredictable and free.

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