Thursday, September 07, 2006

Perhaps it is not so much for you as it is for me, to put myself out in some capacity and to examine my own words. Thank you, though.

The words we put together on paper may always be empty. We hope that there is a reality lived out in our selves behind them. But who can claim that? I suppose in my mind all claims in verbal language are empty. Though it's hard to always feel that. I have often formed my own pain out of those words.

The truth transcends politics and religious ranting. It also transcends these verbal languages, or I can only hope. Heretical behavior in my mind is just as much claiming concrete truths about what there is than what there is not. I guess just like this. Maybe story is the more appropriate carrier. But my hope is being. Now: all that I can ever have and lose.

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