Friday, November 16, 2007

Defensive/offensive

The only thing that gets me through each day to the next, the only reason to get up each morning and stops me each evening from cutting my wrists open (figuratively speaking; my “dream” suicide is much less colorful and absolutely painless by default; one suffers enough while living to end one’s life in pain) is the blind faith that something wonderful/beautiful/magical will happen. Of course, faith is blind; the absence of logic and evidences is what defines it. The day ends serving the same old dish and I eat it. Oh, well, maybe tomorrow…

9 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you have enough time to observe the river you'll see your enemy been floating over it... as well as the tommorow delicious dish I guess

1:03 AM  
Blogger balance said...

I remember that from a movie: The saddest words in English language are “if only”.
Meanwhile I’m having a snack. Gotta live…one way or another.

9:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Make yourself a simple warm soup. Potatoes, carrot, water, something like that. It helps me to escape from the Möbius strip. Sometimes

3:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I like two words on my tombstone: "What if..." - Just remembered it from a film.

4:06 AM  
Blogger balance said...

So you want to be remembered?

11:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Not really. I just wish that someone knows me in my lifetime.

1:36 PM  
Blogger balance said...

Doesn't everybody? And what are you doing about it?
BTW, I still have to read wiki about the "Möbius strip" but I just got home and there's lots of information.

So you're not a vampire and daylight doesn't kill you :)))

7:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Doen't. I'm just trying to be normal.
"Möbius strip" - make one and cut it lenghtwise. It'll get clear to you I guess.

I didn't get the vampire joke...

1:01 AM  
Blogger balance said...

“If the strip is cut along the above line, instead of getting two separate strips, it becomes one long strip with two full twists in it, which is not a Möbius strip. This happens because the original strip only has one edge which is twice as long as the original strip of paper. Cutting creates a second independent edge, half of which was on each side of the knife or scissors.”

I was actually looking for a metaphorical meaning. It wouldn’t occur to me to describe my emotional state using mathematical terms. But it doesn’t mean a thing; it’s just me. I’m not done reading; I haven’t even started yet properly-my English is not very good and it’ll take some time that I’ll have to snatch from work today. Not that you should care about that.

P.S. All your comments (but one) have been sent between midnight and 4 AM. Yes, it was a joke.

6:05 AM  

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