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Looking at some of my recent entries, I realize that for someone whose stated goal is to get rid of stuff, I sure do want to obtain a whole honkin' lot of stuff.

I also had a nice long rambling entry about my fear that those people who have recently reappeared in my life after almost half a lifetime are going to disappear again with just as little warning (based in some large part on a particular incident this weekend) but I decided that was just too damn mopey to post right now, as even I don't want to read that kind of thing at the moment.

I think I shall instead post something from Kahlil Gibran, who is much more eloquent than I will ever be. (Mostly unrelated to what I was pondering before except in an extremely tangential way)

And an orator said, Speak to us of
Freedom.

And he answered:

At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you
prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom,

Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant
and praise him though he slays them.

Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of
the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear
their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff.

And my heart bled within me; for you can only be
free when even the desire of seeking freedom
becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to
speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfilment.

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Here I sit in the office, everyone else having bailed. The good side to this is that I can not feel bad about blasting Soul Coughing loud enough to hear it on the other side of the building. I'm waiting for Chris to come pick me up, and then perhaps we'll go pick up the copy of "Artificial Intelligence" that I preordered at the maul. Chris volunteered to take my car to get the emissions inspection I forgot I needed so that I can renew my expired registration. That's a sign of real love, when someone offers to deal with the DMV for you. Heh, he's been invoked and just showed up. Shoulda tried that half an hour ago. ;)