We are all waiting for something. We just don't know when it will be arriving. Hence, we arerelegated to some metaphorical seat somewhere amogst others who are also waiting. Nobody says anything, nobody looks directly at one another, nobody feels the weight of life while they wait. It's being caught somewhere between life and death and there's no apparent way out because we are not powerful, not in control of anything besides ourselves. The myriad powers that be do not even have control any longer; they merely rest up in their little sphere and control their little universe and squabble and fight over the reach of their jurisdictions. The only thing that will have mercy on us is the end of time. Yes, the waiting room is a part of the Matrix, but it is also here, in reality and there's no escaping it.
Your kids will be waiting, just as your kids' kids will also be waiting.
To ease your sense of eternity, find lots of distractions or dedicate yourself to God or gods or become obsessed wtih making a masterpiece. This is our only relief, unless you like to drink. Or mix it up a little. Why not? Afterall, you're in the waiting room.
måndag, april 25, 2005
The Waiting Room
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did you get socked in the eye while you were waiting? The new pic hints at a possible bruise under your eye...
I got a ball in the face the other night during a soccer match.
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