matthere

are you leaving us for good?

Hamlet
To be, or not to be--that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep...no more! And by a sleep, to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to--'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep. To sleep--perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil(1) must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,(2) the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns the patient merit from the unworthy, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

um....thanks

[Edited on Jun 14, 2003]

i like the way you think. Except I can tell you are hyper-self-critical. I'm the same way and I hate it.

being yourself is frightnening for some of us for some reason. i guess it makes sense for whatever reason that is different for each person, though. it takes practice.

i was into this book called Radical Honesty for awhile. It was a good read even though it is pretty extreme. Brad Blanton is the author. It is about how much more full a life can be if you are completely honest. You lose all the bullshit and free up the space in your mind you use to juggle all the little lies you have to keep track of. it makes sense.

much love

god. i keep doing that. posting to myself. wrong button

My morbidity amazes me somtimes. I wish I did not have my cultural stamp of disapproval regarding this train of thought. I find it healthy actually. Death IS really the most fascinating topic there is, no?

I mean find me one person that can show me what happens after.