Thursday, July 12, 2007
"there is no scatheless rapture. love and time put me in this condition. i am leaving soon for the nightland, where all the ghosts of men and animals yearn to travel. we're called to it. i feel it pulling at me, same as everyone else. it is the last unmapped country, and a dark way getting there. a sorrowful path. and maybe not exactly paradise at the end. the belief i've acquired over a generous and nevertheless in-adequate time on earth is that we arrive in the afterlife as broken as when we departed from the world. but, on the other hand, i've always enjoyed a journey."