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What's it there for? ( 13 May 2004 - 11:02 p.m. ) Something of oddness, in this mood. Something deep within my insecurities is stirring, something that may help to lessen them. I thought, today, that I know what forms the aurora, those beautiful lights at the poles, I know why the stars shine and what forms a rainbow. I know that when you crush a sugar cube in the dark, you get a blue flash of light, brilliantly luminescent, almost like lightning. And I know why. I know why soap bubles are covered with a shimmer of ever changing colours, why the sky is blue, and the sunset red. And yet all this knowledge quickly bores me. I'm afraid of knowing it. I'm not any better for it, in fact I think I may well be somewhat worse. I'm certainly not happy. And I think I see the problem. Having this knowledge makes me think, and I think too much. Maybe I should stop thinking so often about everything. Stop worrying. Although how I do that is totally beyond me. | |||||||||