quinta-feira, 15 de setembro de 2011

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(if by any chance you missed the beginning of the greatest event of 2011, you can start reading it here, where the first lerrnstory starts)

probably, everything is knowledge. ideas, subtle, are capable to transcend themselves, and youtch find yourself looking to an idea, thinking if youtch are the owner of the idea or otherwise, the idea as taken youtch.
probably, there are no answers on ownership, properties are a social way to express possession, when we all know we can't ever possess anything, not even ourselves.
in the world of probabilities, we never know the path, what best way to find a way, we have taken probabilities to express a world we don't understand, and the world doesn't understand us either.
the world always understands us because we are part of the world.
if we are the world, the world is us.
we are the world. ah! that's music, do youtch remember?
what better way to express our world but to consider the convergence on music. except for the ones that can't hear. the ones of us unable to hear, aren't able either to hear the expressions of frustration, dispair, screams, and the noise coming from cars, elevators, industries, tractors...
the silent scream flowing around us. the noisy silence.
where are youtch going?
noone knows. i don't know. i never know where i am going. and yet, i accomplish a path made every day the same way.
i know perfectly well where i am going. right now i am going to lunch. buy some flowers. the ones that remember me old promises.
promises.
why do we still promise? what promises are good enough to keep and which are not enough precious? can we make a rank on the priority of promises?
and what is a promise.
i never know anything.
i am listening a cd where a story is being narrated. i don't like it. the first thing to do is to throw it away. or maybe not. maybe it can be useful to someone, someone who has a cd player and is not able to read the book. that's the best idea. let's see who wants this story. up to now, i've been enjoying very much, but why do i hear a story if i can read it myself?

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