Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed.

The path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being--one of many ways--and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.

The only question now is: How much can I hang on to?

And now - Plato's words mock me in the shadows on the ledge behind the flames: '...the men of the cave would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes.

Its easy to make frends if you let pepul laff at you.

The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other - child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway towards the goal-box of solitary death.

So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop.