Thank you for staying.
That still does not take away the fact that you're wasting your time.
I just wasted my time writing...
Now, give me a reason why I must write.
When will I stop?
(I'm leaving you to decide why you must read)
There is an economical reason for wasting time - Otherwise, we wouldn't know how to fully utilize our time.
So, if I'm wasting your time, please know that I'm spending some quality time with you.
At least, time is spent, in a manner other than just plain utility.
Have I written too much?
If you follow this
train of thought,
we venture,
so far,
we come back to an equation -
one of order,
and one,
of desire
to give presence much credit than it deserves.
Enough performances,
Abra-ka-dabra!
wait, this is not going to resemble a futurist manifesto.
we'll come back to that later.
Amithaba.
- release us, from the shackles of life.
1. either you stop reading.
2. or you read on to accept that there are alternatives.
or simply,
mis-read me completely,
find me a nuisance in the flow of your time. this time. your time.
just this other day, I overheard some students say,
a complaint about the rigidity of the system.
Sad to say, this island is associated with
a generic over-bearing force,
that clamps poor youths down in a downward spiral
of evolution,
changing them into mechanicals.
how they miss the point,
that the system exists, as soon as they talk about it.
some dreams, told, unfulfilled.
I wonder if it was about the dream.
or about the free association, to find themselves an enemy to blame
the poor circumstance they are in.
These students thought,
that they have only lived a quarter of their lives.
but they did not know,
that they lost a quarter of a minute,
with the silent pause of a contemplation
and a thought running alongside the speech.
every gain that vanity brings,
comes with
a silent pain, a gasp of air, and a release soon after.
just this other day, I overheard the students pray
an empty wish to get what they want.
pause.
a complaint about the rigidity of the system.
Sad to say, this island is associated with
a generic over-bearing force,
that clamps poor youths down in a downward spiral
of evolution,
changing them into mechanicals.
how they miss the point,
that the system exists, as soon as they talk about it.
some dreams, told, unfulfilled.
I wonder if it was about the dream.
or about the free association, to find themselves an enemy to blame
the poor circumstance they are in.
These students thought,
that they have only lived a quarter of their lives.
but they did not know,
that they lost a quarter of a minute,
with the silent pause of a contemplation
and a thought running alongside the speech.
every gain that vanity brings,
comes with
a silent pain, a gasp of air, and a release soon after.
just this other day, I overheard the students pray
an empty wish to get what they want.
pause.
The treasury in us, is to be found with just doing the simple things well -
to live.
and that includes, wasting our time, with the simple actions in life, that keeps us going.
I find living so exquistively labourious, that anything else just feels too much.
to live.
and that includes, wasting our time, with the simple actions in life, that keeps us going.
I find living so exquistively labourious, that anything else just feels too much.
As life is already, I'm fine wasting it away.
Ah. just this other day, I started to live.
then all the performances I put up become so vivid,
that I began to see, what it means to live.
that all along, everything else other than living, is extraneous.
a distraction!
patience is small.
in relation to an anticipation for something to happen.
you will be certain that something always Happen.
Ah. just this other day, I started to live.
then all the performances I put up become so vivid,
that I began to see, what it means to live.
that all along, everything else other than living, is extraneous.
a distraction!
patience is small.
in relation to an anticipation for something to happen.
you will be certain that something always Happen.
So, we return,
after reading,
to another time,
to waste.
in this place, where we belong
whether you like it or not.
He's sure. He's loving it.
, I place this comma here, to remind ourselves, that to continue, as we are always continuing anyway, is an irony - in order to introduce the continuation, you give a punctuation mark , .
(I wasted your time with this explication.)
after reading,
to another time,
to waste.
in this place, where we belong
whether you like it or not.
He's sure. He's loving it.
, I place this comma here, to remind ourselves, that to continue, as we are always continuing anyway, is an irony - in order to introduce the continuation, you give a punctuation mark , .
(I wasted your time with this explication.)
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