Monday, June 06, 2005

A New Direction

I must seek a new path, a golden path.

Our minds recoil in the face of infinity. Humans of any age are like hay farmers bent over the stack saying: "There must be order in here somewhere. If I keep on, I'm sure to find it."

And all the time, the only order was the order we ourselves create.

I go forth now to discard that order -- to unlearn the meaningless things I claim to know.


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