"Grappling with meanings." Yeah, that's kind of a life-time quest. And it's probably a fool's quest. Kind of like peeling an onion looking for the heart of onion.
We have our lives, and we live them. The desire for meaning is kind of meaningless. There's a Zen quality to that conundrum that is satisfying and unsatisfying simultaneously. A hand claps. Or not. What else do you need?
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- We live in that world...
- Nebulous State
- silent in the silence
- Process
- Shimmering, Driving, Chiming! Transcendent!
- The Blue Marble
- Mixed Signals - Maybe there's a song in there some...
- Fear and Contempt - Fear and Loathing Redux
- Newt! Go Ass-Clown Go!
- That Was a Good Day!
- No Man is an Island, But Everyone is a Critic!
- Alternative Lit
- Time-Tripping to Grunge
- Circus-Like
- Something Special
- Big Daddy Show!
- And We Do
- Heart of Onion
- Three Pillars
- Militant, Kenyan, Socialist, Rabble-Rouser
- Sausage Looters! Really?!
- Enthusiastic and Profoundly Confused
- Something is Happening
- In His Bones and Flesh
- Linger On!
- What would that mean?
- Zombies, Just Don't Know It!
- Sinning is Essential!
- Not Be Useless
- 1st Day of 2012
- Half-Awake in a Fake Empire
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