i have reached the point where the lines between hunger, need of nicotine, and nausea have been blurred. I have also reached the point of writing normally again; no more midnight (or 4am) dips into the subconscious (aka my old notebooks), but that's nether here nor there. i figure if i quit cold turkey now--this first day experiencing this cavernous void that can only be filled, and is filled so completely, by nicotine--i could avoid years of enslavement to Big Tobacco companies. Also, i have discovered that mixing is so overrated and it's time to revert to my purist ways.
i have an interesting question: What is meaning? not what is meaningful, but what exactly does "meaning" mean? interesting, no? Everyone always goes out there looking for meaning. Meaning in what they do, meaning in what they wear, meaning in what they listen to, meaning in what they believe, or just meaning in general. So what are they trying to find? do they even know? do you know? maybe its not "Man's search for meaning" but "the revelation of meaning to man".
hmm, i'll leave off on that note, i feel like questioning today, not answering.
until the answer,
the question.
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what if it is the revelation of meaning through mans search for his meaning?
wow, im only reading this comment now, but that is profound. i love it
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