Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Everything I Touch

Everything I touch becomes infected with the disease that is my own failure. My pride and arrogance have led me astray -- lead me to believe myself above that which I am.

I believed myself special -- somehow entitled to greatness. Reality, harsh cold and true cannot be denied -- I am not special, not unique. I am not anything. No, I am less than that -- I am nothing.

It is from nothing that we came and it is to nothing that I will return. This is our destiny like the destiny of our fathers before us.


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