9356. LIFE'S A NOTHING WITH A SKETCH OF THE PAST

LIFE'S A NOTHING WITH 

A SKETCH OF THE PAST

Jaded. Crystal glass, purple light coming through,

almost like the reflected heatwave of a serious fire.

I can walk along with that idea; using a magnifying

glass's pinpoint light to start a flame. Anyway, that's

how I view the Heavens at night  -  all those little

stars of pin-point bright.

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Virginia Woolf wrote: "Often when I have been

writing one of my so-called novels I have been

baffled by the same problem; that is, how to

describe what I call in my private shorthand,

'non-being.' Everyday includes much more

non-being than being..."

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"Although it was a good day the goodness was

embedded in a kind of nondescript cotton wool.

This is always so. A great part of every day is not

lived consciously. One walks, eats, sees things, and

deals with what has to be done; the broken vacuum

cleaner; ordering dinner; writing orders to Mabel.

When it is a bad day the proportion of non-being

is much larger."

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Jaded. Crystal. Glass. Purple Light. Coming

through. Almost like the reflected heatwave of

a serious fire. I can walk along with that idea;

using a magnifying glass's pinpoint light to

start a flame. That's how. I view. The Heavens.

At night, All those little pin-points of Light.