Happy New Year,
But what does a new year means?
we are simply a bunch of strangers, in a world we never made . . .
and each of us is "no more free than a slave crawling North on the deck of a ship sailing South" (thanks to Sartre).
. . . for the next stop is clear and near:
the shores of ourselves
where we have to wander overland
into a borderless non- existence . . .
(a thought from the last day of 2007)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Approaching the end of our future
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the future
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