Timnath Serah (and what comes before)

Lost in the memories. Thoughts of green. First spring; then the last. Everything in between is not. Why? Don't you know! Don't you know!! We thought once the answers had been found, and then... and then.... Don't you remember! Don't you remember!! New and old. It's what the world is made of. Or is it? Did you ever think that perhaps everything in this world is new? Or perhaps you think everything in this world is old. You may be right. It seems that the new is incomplete and the old...? The old is just a bit dusty. Dust to the core? Who am I?

Bring back the something I once called my own and the world will write a mystery tale of ancient style romance brought on by an attack of the insane kind.

Is it better to know or not to know? What is better?

Mismanagement. Is it a skill? Can one get their degree in it? Why is it so popular?

Holiness. What is it? It's nothing but a title. Can't you see it? It's a word so full of meaning that it doesn't mean a thing. It's become a word. It's become nothing. I've become convinced recently that the opposite of holiness is not unholiness. Rather, the opposite of holiness is mediocrity. You see, if holiness is nothing, how can unholiness be anything? It's not nothing? It's nothing not? Holy. Brought on by an attack of the insane kind. To be holy is to be separate. We live in a world of middle. This world is the extreme middle. Are you in it? Do you live it? To be mediocre is to be part of it. To be part, is not to be holy.

posted by Lauren @ Monday, April 05, 2004