Saturday 25 September 1999
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Pic of the day: Screenshot from the roleplaying game Daggerfall (since
it so happens that I can fly there but not here, I'm sorry to say).
Continued playing "Wish I could fly". I walked to the shop, not much more than fifteen minutes from here, and back with the groceries, all the while repeating the song on my minidisc. Wish I could fly, wish I could fly. I walked the path through the woods, which are still almost fully green. It was calm, hardly any movement of wind. So it was a surprising sight, as just in front of me a still mostly green leaf fell before my eyes, straight to the ground. While my ear plugs played "Wish I could fly..." Sometimes, I guess, wishes are not enough.
"I'd fly over rooftops Luckily you don't need to exert yourself this much to find out who I really am. I am right here, plain for all to see. Sometimes I looked at people in the street and I boggled at the idea that they were just as real as I. That they, too, were the center of the universe. I would look at the windows of houses we rolled past, and wonder what life was like inside. Probably the people there spent their evenings watching TV, but surely they had real lives too. Surely they went to work, or cleaned the house, or scolded their kids, or cooked dinner, or had sex. A life like mine, only different. Of course, most people still don't have online diaries. I think there are a couple thousand in the community I belong to, and some of them are not very active. So it may still take a special kind of person to "bare it all on the Net". Then again, some of the people are truly special, in the best sense. Take for instance this Sunshyn character. If you just read a couple of days, she seems quite normal: Trying to fall in love, cooing over a tiny grandchild, stuff like that. Only after a while do you glimpse the strength with which she forces that normality into being. It is kind of a humbling experience. For another take on this power, you may want to look at another utterly normal diary: Carol of Suicide Blonde. While the title is not to be taken literally, there have definitely been some road bumps. There is a difference between "life goes on" and "life goes onward". And of course there is Al of Nova Notes, but you probably already know that. Living a perfectly normal life ... normal with two out of three kids being autists, that is. Don't bother go looking for whining. You'll find lots of other interesting stuff, though. Life is such a precious, fragile thing. Like a soap bubble it shines in colors that defy imagination, and then it is gone. Like flower petals drifting on the water of a stream, we hasten into the unknown and are gone from view. Though science dictates that time is but one of many dimensions, most of them unreachable by us. Seen from outside our universe, time is a direction that may align with quite another dimension in a greater universe. Where our entire ever expanding universe is but a finite sphere ... like a soap bubble that never bursts. |
Music of the day: Uh, that would be "Wish I could fly", with Roxette. This too will pass. |