I'm very sick of things which make no sense and are just taken for granted as a part of reality. I've also been particularly intolerant today. Generally, I mean, I've been intolerant. I'm working on one project and someone calls to relay some imposition in some hand-me-down attitude from whoever they're getting it from. This is all trivial, except the thing that is bothering me is how really unnecessary it seems to be.
A friend, A, said something like the only time someone gets frustrated is when self-importance gets out of hand. It's sort of true.
Ceux qui ont apparié notre vie à un songe ont eu de la raison...Nous veillons dormants et veillants dormons. -Montaigne
Intro
O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays
Their last upon mine anguish gaze!
Beside this desk, at dead of night,
Oft have I watched to hail thy light:
Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,
With soothing power, thy radiance stole!
In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,
Freely, some mountain height sublime,
Round mountain caves with spirits ride,
In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,
And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew
My spirit, in thy healing dew!
Goethe: Faust I.
Saturday, December 1, 2001
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