Wednesday, March 29, 2006

"I think Alice would say that, Love is the only place where you can escape a world of lies. If your love world is adequate, you can continue in a world of lies, in spite of it all. This love world (bubble) was sacrosanct. Dan by this question was dragging "another world" into this pure world. He was violating the silent rule that she lived by. Whether she did or did not sleep with Larry wasn't important. What mattered was Dan pushed the limit. Dan was threatening her by dragging the world of lies into their relationship. He did it now,and he would do it again. When she knew that it wasn't just a momentary thing but would become part of the fabric of the relationship, her love world collapsed. No revenge, he was now, in that moment, just part of the world of lies that she was continually trying to distance herself from. ...

She never "loved" him. She found in him a partner in a little world separate from the ugly world. It was all about living a lie. Her position on the “Lie” comes out in several places: How the book “about her” doesn’t include the truth, at the exhibition when she points out how artists are liars, and to Larry, “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her cloths off.” She accepts lying as a fundamental condition of reality. She did trust him, and would have "loved him forever", if he didn't commit the infidelity of dragging the ugly world of the black lie into the beautiful world of their white lie - which she called love (i.e. their relationship). That is when she stopped trusting him. He wouldn't play pretend anymore. That was the end. It has nothing to do with "love". It had to do with a mutual agreement to live on in a lie together."

Sunday, March 19, 2006

"Every argument is a selection of ideas and information" (all arguments are biased)


"Logical is not realistic; logical is convincing"


~~X.L.Ding, in class

Thursday, March 16, 2006

"...
So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
To crawl beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

You're a little late, I'm already torn. Torn...."
~Natalie Imbrglia, Torn





i guess i don't have the luck afterall....