Thursday 7 April 2011

..to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived, this is to have succeeded.,Ralph Waldo Emerson

When I read that I thought to myself that I haven't even done that.

Is that depression? Some biological disease? Or is it unhappiness the
likes of which most people wouldn't understand?

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"