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On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
Misery, the outside observation of, makes good company, to those unaware of how to properly define it, ie. those who suffer from it. A tragic situation as defined by those who note the miserable wretch. While the senile, the dementia patient, is protected within thereof, only suseptable to the effects of the elements of his aging body and the slow degredation of a fragile mind, for dementia and the the like atrophy the brain. This fantasy, in all its vibrant color, as seen by his caretakers, slowly grows dark as his eyes fix on a comfortable, static object in his room. As once what was dark in the unaccessed recess of his cognizant mind, grows bright with an understanding of everything he could never have but now posesses in fantasy; true, tangible, realizable understanding. Thru the dark, placid unseeing eyes its now the light wherein now he dwells. Is it there? Only he knows. Perhaps not, but I have yet to see a dementia patient who protests of his situation. To the observer this it tragic, but to said old man who suffers from it, it is a release and a new life, a rebirth of sorts. So is life. We may all understand this lack of understanding someday, sooner or later, perhaps not in life but in death, whether it be in darkness or in light. No matter what you believe, there is two sides to every fence. As long as the body functions, you can live on either side of it. Good? Bad? That is really up to the individual. Once upon a time I knew you...you said we would meet again some, sunny day...Tiss cold no longer...how warm and soft can be the anticipation, unseen...My god, it's full of stars...I grow tired and must sleep, wake me when it is time to do so...blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Depression is a virtue...I seem to be a good man indeed...:) Digression is the direction of a mind in regression...
Sorry bout the OT, just some deep thoughts, however poorly phrased they might be! :)
Silence is beautiful
I caught several episodes of the first season, it was pretty good but I never did a chance to watch it regularly. It's weird seeing Ron Perlman in a role without all the prosthetics.
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If I werent playing games Id be killing small animals at a higher rate than I am now - SFTS
Si je n'étais pas jouer à des jeux que je serais mort de petits animaux à un taux plus élevé que je suis maintenant - Louis VI The Fat
"Why do you hate the extremely limited Spartan version of freedom?" - Lemur
I had a great aunt who suffered from altheimers when I was young. She would tell weird tales and be contented to smile at invisible conversations and such as she just stared out the window. It was sad, odd and at times unsettling to us oberservers, but to she, it did indeed seem like a sort of personal bliss. To me as a child, she did seem happy and contented with what she had lost in reality.But yeah, I agree with you. Such aflictions of the mind are much more miserable for the ones close by than the person himself.
Silence is beautiful
Makes you wonder... What if I am an old man with a mental affliction. What if this life is imaginary. What if, everytime I go take a leak, I am, in fact, pissing in my pampers. What if I am not young.
mane, im hungry...
Anyhow, SoA season finale is tomorrow. Pity I have to be at a formal dinner when it airs. Curse this tux! Id rather wear a cut!![]()
On the Path to the Streets of Gold: a Suebi AAR
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
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