Louis XIV has raped my intelligence and left it empty of any sense-making

chatting with your long-lost decidedely bisexual friend (who used to crush and be crushed on by yours truly) on his 22nd birthday is odd indeed.

I've been busy with schoolwork revolving around 'vocation' and 'faith integration' and wondering why my newly discovered philosophy and theology is not being lived in my reality.

But of course these are only questions I pose while wandering (wondering) in the abyss of cyberspace, while i'm sleepy and dull, never in the quiet of a moment of self-reflection (does that exist anymore?)

and i slip into the complacency of modern christianity, the acceptance of not-knowing the knowable, of forgetting the important and remembering the trivial (les personnages dans 'le jeu de la feullé').

The learning that could enlighten (and lighten the weight of) the soul is drowned out in the culture of college.

and i wax french in my philosophie de l'existence.

- on 2004-02-16 at 10:00 p.m.

wilted - blooming