Name

The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is
imperfection... But this is the real question we ought to ask: Is this
imperfection the final truth, is evil absolute and ultimate? -Rabindranath
Tagore, poet, philosopher, author, songwriter, painter, educator, composer,
Nobel laureate (1861-1941)

The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is
your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once
in a while and watch your answers change. -Richard Bach, writer (1936- )


Both those quotes are profound. I like them. And I'd really like to have all those titles after my name like Mr. Rabindranath...but he's not alive any more, so in the pessimistic view of things, no matter what you end up accomplishing while alive, you're still going to end up dead, no matter how long of a list follows your name. Wow, that was morbid. Hmmm.
Well, I was in the mood to post earlier, and now I've kind of strayed from it. Usually I feel like writing when something greatly upsets me or hangs around in my head to long, or something of the sort. But I'm rather happy right now. The weather was beautiful today. And I did absolutely nothing, which really doesn't bother me in the least. I enjoy relaxation and would probably die without it. Or terrible stress, which does happen. So I deem this an "Amy Day".
Things are stirring. Big things. Big decisions. Hanging in the balance. Not much longer now. But waiting it out, just to be sure.
After awhile, I've realized, there are things that you have to do for yourself. After all, what is a life lived according to others?
Things change.
The majority of what is going on is good.
Much of the same.
Confusion sets in, as it often comes and goes. What to say? Too much or too little? Where is the in-between, the understanding? I cannot often understand myself, let alone what is around me. How to act or react. Is it completely absurd, or even selfish? I only wish I knew...

And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away

And now we're grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don't belong to no one
That's a shame
But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name

And I won't tell em your name

Scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are

You grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em your name

I think about you all the time
But I don't need the same
It's lonely where you are come back down
And I won't tell em your name

5 days

You must accept the truth from whatever source it comes. -Moses ben Maimon,
philosopher (1135-1204)

The river does not swell with clear water. -Italian proverb

Experience makes us see an enormous difference between piety and goodness.
-Blaise Pascal, philosopher and mathematician (1623-1662)

Whenever anyone has offended me, I try to raise my soul so high that the
offense cannot reach it. -Rene Descartes, philosopher and mathematician
(1596-1650)

A different language is a different vision of life. -Federico Fellini, film
director and writer (1920-1993)

The firmest fayth is found in fewest woordes. -Edward Dyer, courtier and
poet (c. 1540-1607)

The horse is not judged by the saddle. -German proverb

Rare is the person who can weigh the faults of others without putting his
thumb on the scales. -Byron J. Langenfeld

War loses a great deal of romance after a soldier has seen his first
battle. -John Singleton Mosby, confederate colonel in the American Civil
War (1833-1916)

Language is more fashion than science, and matters of usage, spelling and
pronunciation tend to wander around like hemlines. -Bill Bryson, author
(1951- )


Wandering from the usual format of my posts, instead of using a song, I'd like to take the time to say that I'M GOING TO SEE COUNTING CROWS IN A MERE 5 DAYS!!! Wow. I'm extremely excited. Even though I didn't buy the $75 VIP ticket (which benefited a local hospital), hopefully we'll still get good seats. That was all the fajah's fault. He said, "I wouldn't pay $100 to see Jimi Hendrix play if he came back from the dead." I would. And I don't even have very much of his stuff. Oh well. Hopefully we'll get good tickets to Counting Crows and Goo Goo Dolls when they finally decide to release their tour dates. Pearl Jam was on SNL last night. I'm glad Eddie has long hair and a beard again. It just looks better. And, I imagine, it gets his creative juices/performances flowing a lot better...just a theory. Can't wait to see Adam. And John when he decides to come around these parts. Daaang.

Hmmm...life's been happening a lot lately. Kinda crazy. It seems like I hardly see anyone anymore. Last year, it seemed like I saw everyone. Now I just only see the people in my classes and it's upsetting. This break has been dang crazy...Thursday night, I spent the night with Evelyn and got a minimal amount of sleep, then went to Co-Town with Mom and Wen. Saturday was Quincy, and today was Easter. I fell asleep in church. Oops. I'm so tired. But, anyway, I guess some things really never change. Inside of me, anyway. Things have changed, but the core is still there. I just realized how tired I really am. I don't even feel like typing. I'm gonna take a nap. Maybe more later.

5 Days