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Welcome All Who Seek The Sleep To Ease . . . | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Welcome to the Well. Frivilous pantering by me. Have you ever just wanted to float away and sputter along about nothing in particular. Well this is my medium. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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For those introverts out there who would prefer not to sign the Guestbook and remain nameless. You may email me. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"I know I hung on that windy Tree / nine whole days and nights, / stabbed with a spear, offered to Odin, / myself to mine own self given, / high on that Tree of which none hath heard / from what roots it rises to heaven" - Havamal (stanza 137). | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Have you ever looked into the mirror and seen a thousand faces that were not there before? Have you ever transposed yourself onto a star and found that your not the same person anymore? Have you ever felt that the world outside has turned inside out? |
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Sometimes, I've found the world outside to be full of innocent choices. That, once made, become stifling to the core. When was the last time you were able to discern the true course of your actions? Let alone, make heads or tails of your immediate surroundings. Seems that all we strive for is lost, in a day when beating down your fellow man is the best way to get ahead in the world. Or to get attention, we have to commit some act of violence so heinous that the media will spotlight us to the world. Perpetuating the disease. Giving others the idea. What happened to our sense of responsibility that was, at least, passed on to me. Am I so different? Or has this world finally degenerated due to all the self-loathing out there! Where has the satisfaction gone, of bettering and protecting one's pack. It used to be, that one gained recognition for ones' accomplishments! Better to have pride in ones' self than follow the pattern that is being laid around us. Step off the edge and plummet into your own well. Learn from yourself. Delve into the motivations behind your actions. The only secret to life that's worth knowing is the interaction between perception, motivation and consequence. |