- Three prayers for today:
- I pray that I’m graced with intermittent bouts of insanity lest I forget how long-term exposure to sanity ripens the seed of ignorance.
- I pray that I do not grow aversive to my suffering for suffering is what carves the gorge where joy may flow.
- I pray that I remain incapable of fabricating too-orderly sob stories to render courtesy to the multitude.
- How distasteful that we ensnare each other into the podium of narration, and lo, how fondly the sheep like to bleat.
- I shall like to remain in my turbulent and tranquil solitude than pay heed to their unsolicited sageliness.
- The Faustian predicament, which I very much relate to, is one of vaguely remembering the divine nectar. The sweetness is ever fading but never completely gone. I’d love to be cured of it but I’m lying when I say that.
You only know one driving force,
and may you never seek to know the other!
Two souls, alas! reside within my breast,
and each is eager for a separation:
in throes of coarse desire, one grips
the earth with all its senses;
the other struggles from the dust
to rise to high ancestral spheres.
(Faust, Goethe)