today i had a long ass walk. the significance of such walks is that i end up thinking really deeply about the nature of the world we live in
the top aphanies that i had today:
that the arts are like a legend. they start with a simple tail, or story, or concept. and they are the truth. but with each retelling, each verbal recounting, the tale grows, and emphasizes the horrors of the tragedy, the greatness of the actions of heroes, and yet, they too are true
that people are like the stars and planets of the heavens. each one is different. some are balls of bright flaming gas, while other are frozen hell holes, while some are paradise incarnate. each is unique. but if you were to lesson the gap between them, make the hell holes more bearable, but paradise less so it is essayer to bring all of them further up. and their uniqueness will not vanish, but return tenfold with the advance meant of the whole
and yet at the same time, people are like French fries. some are awesome and curly and taste like heaven, some are gurby, mass manufactured and tasteless, while some , like home fries, appear to express the true nature of the fries, almost as to be entirely different. but fires are still fires, no matter what you call them, hide their flavor behind ketchup and other sauces, group them with hamburgers, cover them in yummy animal styleness, they are in the end: just fires, no more, no less
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