Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Just what are we capable of?
How expensive is money? What is our soul worth? Do we even have a fucking soul to sell, or auction or give away? And just who sets the market price anyway? I ask because just when we think we reached our limit to deal with the crap flung our way we find that reserve tank. Kinda like 1960's Volkswagon Beatles. I have moments when I wonder just what the fuck I am doing up here, and if I havent made the third biggest mistake of my life. Then that is followed by clarity and a peace that maybe you will make it work afterall. Then I wonder just what I did with the first 47.2 years of my life, and what am I gonna do with whatever time the universe will grant me. Then..........I pass out from all that thinking and wake up in FAIRBANKS. And I take a leak, have a smoke and get back to my job. Like everybody else, except maybe I contemplate more than the average Joe....who knows? And probably more importantly Who cares?
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Judging from the number of replies you get from your 'legion' of followers ------ not all that many.
As far as contemplation, you ain't exactly Sartre or Plato. You are to deep thought what Carrot Top is to comedy. Stop thinking and keep on working; the alternatives are not attractive.
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