Hold on tight
You know she's a little bit dangerous.
Ok people, I'm off to thailand for 5 days come tomorrow so I won't be updating. Not that i've been very... engaging of late (have I ever been?). But anyhow I am looking forward to this.
She's got what it takes to make ends meet.
I was thinking about how imperfect and how human adults are. Looking at my parents I realise that i've always been waiting for the time when I would be perfect. Like them. Then I go off to Canada and realise that there isn't much of a difference between me and the next human being. Oh well. Revalation of the century.
The eyes of a lover that hit like heat.
Bring out the Bikini,
Bring out the tan.
Bring out the perfect skin.
Bring out Jason Brooks.
Did i ever need all that?
See ya all in a bit.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Chariots of Fire
I caught a glimpse of Andrea Bochelli's take on the Olympics.
"...all this is nothing if you do not realize that the strongest muscle is the heart."
All very inspiring and feel-good. But highly dissatisfying. So what? We believe so greatly in the beauty of the human spirit and the strength of the human will. We harp on humanity's innate goodness and the satisfying nature of charity, love and reaching out.
But what's the point? where's the fulfilment? If it only lasts for the moment, even if the moment is a century, how can it be of any value?
Humanity has had a history of never being enough. Of lacking, of falling, of being depressingly hopeless. The little spurts of 'nicety' fade away and are immediately overshadowed by our natural nature of selfishness, solipsism and short-sightedness.
Ever Mr Dalai Lama's furry 'Here and Now' path to contentment feels imcomplete and inadequate next to eternity.
There's a need to go further, to be more, to be long-lasting, to be able, to be strong, to be pure, to be beyond, to be... infinite
And there's only one way.
I caught a glimpse of Andrea Bochelli's take on the Olympics.
"...all this is nothing if you do not realize that the strongest muscle is the heart."
All very inspiring and feel-good. But highly dissatisfying. So what? We believe so greatly in the beauty of the human spirit and the strength of the human will. We harp on humanity's innate goodness and the satisfying nature of charity, love and reaching out.
But what's the point? where's the fulfilment? If it only lasts for the moment, even if the moment is a century, how can it be of any value?
Humanity has had a history of never being enough. Of lacking, of falling, of being depressingly hopeless. The little spurts of 'nicety' fade away and are immediately overshadowed by our natural nature of selfishness, solipsism and short-sightedness.
Ever Mr Dalai Lama's furry 'Here and Now' path to contentment feels imcomplete and inadequate next to eternity.
There's a need to go further, to be more, to be long-lasting, to be able, to be strong, to be pure, to be beyond, to be... infinite
And there's only one way.
