thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]


September 15, 2010

The meaningless actions

And then I start thinking for a while about everything that vanishes once such a step is taken. I know I shouldn't be astonished by it now, but the fact is, almost everything is changed, when not wiped out completely. It's nothing big, of course - but life ain't big either, it is made of countless little things, and those little things are the one providing meaning to everything else. My dark corner, with the red seat and the wooden walls, will never be the same. It's funny, it hadn't hit me yet - the last time I was there was so recentely, everything was the same, everything was unchanged, and I remember being there and thinking: this place will never change, and that's the wonderful about it. A few days later, I'm the one bringing the change to it - to it and to everything else, an impending change. I'm not really sure whether we're aware of the huge meaning of our most meaningless actions. Probably not.

5:11 AM

 

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