08 October 2009

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

I don't see what the use of all this thinking is sometimes other than keeping me awake.

The isolation with the scorpion maybe. Venom seems like something I'm better forged to handle at this point without worrying about whether the blood flow will kill others. Boxing in this little corner seems quite enough. Still it doesn't always seems so purposeful to be capable of being stuffed full of anecdotes dating from the 5th century BCE rather than illuminating some of my own invention.

That Muse just isn't going to make a path back out through the wall on her way out.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Just keep making good posts.