To: Impristine who wrote (26276 ) 11/26/1998 8:27:00 AM From: Hubert Few Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 108807
Imp-robable one....you are indeed a heathen. I see you there with your sheepish grin, I know you want to lead us all into the battle of the righteous. You with your maddening Chia plants, you with your copies of Rolling Stone. I have seen your kind....and lived to tell the tale! Here, you may touch my robe, but only briefly. I bring you a religious medal, it reads more or less as follows: "Under Construction" It has a picture of a guy with a shovel engaged in the ever so futile effort of moving dirt from one spot to another. We are all but tired little workmenz and workwomenz. It's all work, the play is only the accentuated voids....the little specks of dandruff on the starched white collars, you can hardly see it at all, eh? The world's defining landmarks are but rigid works of defiance....erosion and the passage of time takes care of our more endearing monuments. You are a monument, I am a monument, this planet is a veritable monumental theme park of people whose grand ideas and endeavor cast long shadows at times and none at all.....depending on the rotation and placement of the sun at any given time. When the great ROM burner lifts the delicate foil cover from my brain, I am hoping the final milliseconds will be as tragic and stunning as the bulk of my carbon-based existence here. I do so want to do *ONE* thing before that happens. I want to ride a motorcycle on the Alaskan Highway, that's it, that will be the ultimate defining moment of this life. As purely selfish as that sounds, it is the only thing that is eating me alive with desire, everything else is worn, a nice fit, but worn and tired. Pity me Impristine....I am momentarily victim to an unfulfilled dream!