Friday, September 15, 2006

No Pieces of My Painting

Diary of a Traveling Man...

You can't hide from yourself out here. There's just no way!

All your limitations and shortcomings are exposed. That's probably why most people today don't care much for traveling. Most civilized people don't dare face themselves in the mirror, and certainly not in a cracked reflection. They see themselves, and they don't like what they see.

Me? I see the potential, the unlimited probabilities as well. I embrace it all, embrace myself, and thereby the world.

I cut no pieces of my painting.

I remember the first time I realized that, how beyond great it felt, how beyond great it will always feel.

If anything truly sustains me through all the horrors of civilization, of a world gone insane, it's this. This is confidence true and great, fairly independent of surroundings.

The horror gets to me. It even touches my innermost being. But it doesn't truly corrupt it. Not more than a few drops of rain wetting the ground a hot and sunny summer day.

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