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[verbminx]

I didn't end up doing anything but finishing She Hates My Futon (at least as much of it as there is, so far) and reading poetry on the web and stuff. Took a shower. I'm probably going to run some errands or something. I need to stay up for about nine more hours, and I'm still a little confused about what to fill them with.

"The answers," I tell myself, "are as plain as the nose on your face. You just don't like them." Sometimes my conscience is so damned smirky.

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[ex-malaise966.livejournal.com]

Your conscience sounds very Zen.

Reminds me of this:

Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them.

- Rainer Maria Rilke.

[verbminx.livejournal.com]

I got very pissed-off when I read (or reread, I should say, as I think I pawed through my father's copy as a young child) Zen Flesh, Zen Bones and most of the stories ended with a novice being smacked by his master's staff and the master laughing at him. I suppose in that respect my conscience is Zen. It says "You're only bored because you don't really want to clean your bathroom / study / write / draw / etc."

But I do like Rilke. :)

shmf

[cmorrigu.livejournal.com]

I did the same... I saw the link, clicked... and the next thing I know it's 4 hours later and I'm at the end of what's there...

It's a amazing how good writing and an interesting story can just suck you in and not let you go.