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By j. knipp Date: 2004 Apr 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.03.04.56.13195]] |
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Curiosity had little to do with the cat's demise. Rationality kills with greater ease and far more insidiously. It's so sly your dead walking. You die with surgical booties, with a magnifying glass, sterile empty objects. And what is curiosity but a derivate of rationality? The boy who loves and cares for his dog lives; the boy who dissects the animal is just as dead... He correspondingly puts his own soul under the knife. If you try to weigh what is not of substance: the heart and its kindred... It must first be considered, to weigh one's heart one must first remove it from one's chest. Then again... the red, red currents raging through the chest blow apart like breakers on a coastal cliff. And the propensity for impetuosity is inherent in these things of the heart, flaring things, thoughtless things. Rationality is like granite: formidable in control, making excellent dams. However its viscous nature clots and suffocates, hence it must only be applied upon the peripheries of life, the skin and veins, not so much as to contain the red, red pulse but direct and focus it. There exist times when we are wont to flow down a fall, Times when we must bear rationality down upon the unbridled spirit. Take care though do not crush it, but spare it its suicide. But sometimes we must kill ourselves so that we don't die. |