There we sat, across from each other, offset by one seat. I was bent over reading, eyes glued to the paper. Yet not for a second did I not want to stare into the essence of her being - her gorgeous brown eyes. Staring into another's eyes might be the most emotionally charged act in life. One is almost naturally too weak to accomplish the task. I wanted to sneak a peek. I could probably integrated it into a look-up-get-water move. So I will do it, all excuses accounted for. Just as I jerk my head up, I am pleasantly surprised ... I caught her off guard! I can only speculate what she was doing, but at that moment she madly and quite disorientately scrambles for the nearest book and resumes the "official" stance. Oh joy! That scramble far surpassed any comparable rewards from a peek...
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The grab, the leap, the landing... the uncertainty of balance... the tug, the closeness... the shriek, the giggle... the danger of intersections, the passing between bus and herd... the warnings, "I'm getting on," "I'm getting off." Acts overlooked by the unobservant.
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The grab, the leap, the landing... the uncertainty of balance... the tug, the closeness... the shriek, the giggle... the danger of intersections, the passing between bus and herd... the warnings, "I'm getting on," "I'm getting off." Acts overlooked by the unobservant.
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Philip-Zhang Qiang
After the whole long semester's mild depression, half-conscious sleeps, waking up at 4 to ghostly look back onto my body laying flat in bed, crap teaching and so on, I had what I call "December Renaissance" here in boston in the next term. I can see that you are heading to that direction. the creative spirit is rising up, seeking release, seeking artistic expressions, seeking to translate the psychic wound to shimmering words and images. As the eye opens up again out of the dark to not just see, but itself being a newly discovered planet, a moon circulating a bright sun in the dark universe.
And all this happens in a blink...
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Yhinferno
On depression:
No man is a Man until he has died at least once.
No Man is a man until he dies.
For the slimmest margin separate the inside from the Outside. Looking Outward we always find ourselves previously unconscious and dead.
If you value the mind then you find yourself contained no where, contained by nothing. If you value your body then you find yourself contained wherever, contained by everything. To conquer the without or to conquer the within, that is the question. Conquer the outside at
the expense of submission of the inside; conquer the inside at the expense of submission to the outside.
But finally, I am an existentialist! Happiness hides in every nook and cranny; joy to those who seeketh Happiness in her den.
The horizon of possibilities, the world.
And all this happens in a blink...
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Yhinferno
On depression:
No man is a Man until he has died at least once.
No Man is a man until he dies.
For the slimmest margin separate the inside from the Outside. Looking Outward we always find ourselves previously unconscious and dead.
If you value the mind then you find yourself contained no where, contained by nothing. If you value your body then you find yourself contained wherever, contained by everything. To conquer the without or to conquer the within, that is the question. Conquer the outside at
the expense of submission of the inside; conquer the inside at the expense of submission to the outside.
But finally, I am an existentialist! Happiness hides in every nook and cranny; joy to those who seeketh Happiness in her den.
The horizon of possibilities, the world.
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