Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Cross my palm
Ah, the quest for answers. Isn't that what sends otherwise sensible sorts to psychics, astrologers and the like? Imagine the possiblities- to know the future. To know that it's all going to be all right. To know that someone, somewhere has the actual answers. Lovely thought. And pretty much hopeless, I fear. Because if someone really did have the answers, they wouldn't be operating out of the run-down little house off of the main street in town. They would have money. Lots and lots of money. And they would be famous. Probably on tv, no? After all, wouldn't they use that kind of "gift" for themselves first?
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i have one answer; the most important one:
The Hole awaits us all.
Except, of course, the person with all the answers and who could see the future would know that in order to truly be at peace, they would have to withhold the answers from the rest of the world. What a burden to have to bear. And no fun. Nossir, I think I'll stick to fumbling through life. We make our own answers, and so long as you try to make the right ones, that's fine.
Oh, and we need to know if we can borrow your jackhammer this weekend. My brother and posse will be in town to help us demo in the rat hole. ^_^
Better get the jackhammer tonight then- we go to OR to see the sister tomorrow.
Ah- and since I'm the resident Cassandra, I can see the evils of future-vision (now in color). It can really suck to be right.
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