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Year: 2006

On Being Saved

Posted on August 28, 2006April 25, 2022 by KZ

Define salvation. The mind immediately grasps for explanations of the metaphysical, recollections of the mystical, wisps of stardust and Divine refuse, ethereal trails of holy time, thoughts, visions, majestic myths. The Divine. We all have some joker in the sky to blame for our joys and our woes, existence of flesh, the theoretical residence of…

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For Ben

Posted on April 17, 2006April 25, 2022 by KZ

Stories never begin with “Once upon a time” anymore. I imagine there must have been a time when “Once upon a time” was the noblest salutation a storyteller could say to preface his tales. No longer, I guess. Compulsion urges us for constant change — and so we bend a little each time so that…

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All But Forgotten

Posted on March 31, 2006April 25, 2022 by KZ

After embarking on a four-month odyssey that began in the suburbs of Akron, Ohio, and which ended atop the highest peaks of the Nepali Himalayas, I can confirm that Diet Dr. Pepper does, in fact, taste more like Dr. Pepper than regular Dr. Pepper. How they pulled this off, the constituents of our generation may…

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Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and its quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp. So with death this near he thought numbly but purely upon a billion vanities, arrivals, departures, idiot excursions of boy, boy-man, man and old-man goat. He had gathered and stacked all manner of foibles, devices, playthings of his egotism and now, between all the silly corridors of books, the toys of his life swayed.~Ray BradburySource: Something Wicked This Way Comes
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