Wednesday, August 22, 2007
the fallacy derides, the truth decries.
I wish everyone, even myself, will choose their words with more caution and thought. Carelessly strewn, caustically strung, there is no measuring its detrimental impact on anyone, much less the innocent young. It's the red tape of lofty ideals at work here, which butchers, blinds and binds. The oppressive tyranny of provincial bigots - stupefies. And then comes dejection, and such a woeful sense of helplessness. You can't get angry with someone who's so thick and insular and clueless, because there's really no arguing with unmitigated stupidity.
Maybe exhaustion is good, you can't think straight, and you can't speak coherently either. The wonders and miracles of sleep deprivation! But it was still very sad sending Yang off at the airport this morning. All these arrivals and departures and sending offs and welcome-homes, so many stories that planes and airports have yet to tell. But we know that there are really only three. Positive thoughts! Come to me! Alohamora!
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