And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of and old idea the Revelation and the World.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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Lovely quotation
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I agree with you!
Strains of humanity alongside the shore of illusion.
Strength,Freedom,compassion and manners..
Term that sustain an astronomical variance of meaning.
The entirety of our existence is a mere platform, bound to the strings of fate and destiny.
Resides within us, the depiction of reality..the constitutional right to feel and to convey!!
A fiction-less reality does not exist.
A pattern of contemplation that i must admire, although i dont totally accept.
wow!! that was amazing! thanx for the follow btw
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