“Live fast, die young, and leave a flat patch of fur on the highway!” -- The Squirrels' Motto, "The Hell's Angels of Nature"
That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way as us. -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
It’s possible that the whole purpose of your life is to serve as a warning to others.
Q. Which honorary degree is to be awarded to someone who has made contributions to PHP ? A. Ph.P.
I do desire we may be better strangers. -- William Shakespeare, "As You Like It"
Yesterday, I bought these knives. I was planning to buy them since quite sometime, but well, yesterday was the day. Their first use comprised of slicing an onion, and it felt so different. The sensation was so different. Never have I felt anything like that before. It seems like this is the right gear, maybe the Dvorak of knives, and with this maybe I could achieve the knifematic rate of a jobless professional chef. Maybe this will finally bring the end to the search of enlightenment with knives.
Time to go on a cutting spree
Stealing someone’s thoughts, their surprises, is a creepy thing…
It’s unfair how thoughts of expectation of being fair is implanted so deeply in our thoughts, whereas in reality nothing is fair. Life is not fair, system is not fair, universe is not fair. When it will become fair, we will cease to exist, because in all its fairness, we’re not even supposed to be here. So until this expectation of fairness from everything goes away, until the struggle finishes, until we’ve won victory over ourselves, and until the big brother starts loving us, let’s just do the most unfair thing, the expectation of fairness, and not concentrate on work.
I don’t know what this is, but these fair thoughts about unfairness sprang up, while I was brushing teeth outside, and watching some people chatting around the fire, while guarding the fortress in the not so cold winter. Suddenly, I felt a sense of enlightenment, and a bit cold, so I rushed inside to rinse my mouth, and get back to room temperature.
I realized I’ve spent so much time thinking about unfair things, I should do yet another unfair thing, like writing this post. I falsely hope this be the last such thing. So, I’m just writing it here so that next time when I’ll feel/think of unfairness, I’ll read this post, and the feeling of nostalgia will kill those unfair thoughts and thus being fair. After this, I can peacefully go back to work, and make my contribution in bringing the system to the equilibrium.
Apologies for the bad handwriting.