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Author: DanDan Date: Sep 6, 2007 13:59
All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have wasted
over the ages. I stand staring down at my empty hands and contemplate
action but nothing ever comes of it. I feel the atrophy of my legs
worn down by years standing idly by as I watch whole species disappear
under my eyes. Words are whispered among the winds that speak of
peace, that speak of life just beyond the horizon, but there is no
substance to them. Wishful thinking is a fool's game and I don't play
that game anymore.
I choke back down emotions meant to make me feel that I am part of
something bigger, part of something at all. I don't want to feel that,
like I said...wishful thinking. Sadness permeates the fabric of my being
as I listen to the children cry. It doesn't matter what part of the
world they live in or what they believe, their pain is acute and it
stabs like a knife. If only I could believe a little bit more. If only
I could see just a little bit farther.
Inside, I am confined by a compilation of religions, cultures and
creeds all vying for dominance and through the selfishness of all, I
am doomed to stand rooted where I am. I do not like it here. There is ...
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Author: Sir FrederickSir Frederick Date: Sep 6, 2007 16:03
On Thu, 06 Sep 2007 13:59:15 -0700, Dan dsscompany.com> wrote:
>All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
>myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
>have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have...
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Author: brian fletcherbrian fletcher Date: Sep 6, 2007 16:19
> All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
> myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
> have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have wasted
> over the ages. I stand staring down at my empty hands and contemplate
> action but nothing ever comes of it. I feel the atrophy of my legs
> worn down by years standing idly by as I watch whole species disappear
> under my eyes. Words are whispered among the winds that speak of
> peace, that speak of life just beyond the horizon, but there is no
> substance to them. Wishful thinking is a fool's game and I don't play
> that game anymore.
> I choke back down emotions meant to make me feel that I am part of
> something bigger, part of something at all. I don't want to feel that,
> like I said...wishful thinking. Sadness permeates the fabric of my being
> as I listen to the children cry. It doesn't matter what part of the
> world they live in or what they believe, their pain is acute and it
> stabs like a knife. If only I could believe a little bit more. If only
> I could see just a little bit farther.
> Inside, I am confined by a compilation of religions, cultures and ...
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Author: kevirwinkevirwin Date: Sep 6, 2007 16:40
On Sep 6, 7:19 pm, "brian fletcher" bigpond.net.au> wrote:>> All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
>> myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
>> have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have wasted
>> over the ages. I stand staring down at my empty hands and contemplate
>> action but nothing ever comes of it. I feel the atrophy of my legs
>> worn down by years standing idly by as I watch whole species disappear
>> under my eyes. Words are whispered among the winds that speak of
>> peace, that speak of life just beyond the horizon, but there is no
>> substance to them. Wishful thinking is a fool's game and I don't play
>> that game anymore.
>> I choke back down emotions meant to make me feel that I am part of ...
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Author: VV Date: Sep 6, 2007 16:49
On Sep 6, 4:59?pm, Dan dsscompany.com> wrote:> All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
> myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
> have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have wasted
> over the ages. I stand staring down at my empty hands and contemplate
> action but nothing ever comes of it. I feel the atrophy of my legs
> worn down by years standing idly by as I watch whole species disappear
> under my eyes. Words are whispered among the winds that speak of
> peace, that speak of life just beyond the horizon, but there is no
> substance to them. Wishful thinking is a fool's game and I don't play
> that game anymore.
> I choke back down emotions meant to make me feel that I am part of
> something bigger, part of something at all. I don't want to feel that,
> like I said...wishful thinking. Sadness permeates the fabric of my being
> as I listen to the children cry. It doesn't matter what part of the
> world they live in or what they believe, their pain is acute and it
> stabs like a knife. If only I could believe a little bit more. If only
> I could see just a little bit farther.
> Inside, I am confined by a compilation of religions, cultures and
> creeds all vying for dominance and through the selfishness of all, I ...
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Author: DanDan Date: Sep 6, 2007 17:00
On Sep 6, 4:03 pm, Sir Frederick fuzzysys.com> wrote:> On Thu, 06 Sep 2007 13:59:15 -0700, Dan dsscompany.com> wrote:>>All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
>>myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
>>have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have wasted
>>over the ages. I stand staring down at my empty hands and contemplate
>>action but nothing ever comes of it. I feel the atrophy of my legs
>>worn down by years standing idly by as I watch whole species disappear
>>under my eyes. Words are whispered among the winds that speak of
>>peace, that speak of life just beyond the horizon, but there is no
>>substance to them. Wishful thinking is a fool's game and I don't play
>>that game anymore.
>>I choke back down emotions meant to make me feel that I am part of
>>something bigger, part of something at all. I don't want to feel that,
>>like I said...wishful thinking. Sadness permeates the fabric of my being
>>as I listen to the children cry. It doesn't matter what part of the
>>world they live in or what they believe, their pain is acute and it
>>stabs like a knife. If only I could believe a little bit more. If only
>>I could see just a little bit farther.
>>Inside, I am confined by a compilation of religions, cultures and ...
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Author: toolytooly Date: Sep 6, 2007 17:11
> All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
> myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
> have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have wasted
> over the ages. I stand staring down at my empty hands and contemplate
> action but nothing ever comes of it. I feel the atrophy of my legs
> worn down by years standing idly by as I watch whole species disappear
> under my eyes. Words are whispered among the winds that speak of
> peace, that speak of life just beyond the horizon, but there is no
> substance to them. Wishful thinking is a fool's game and I don't play
> that game anymore.
> I choke back down emotions meant to make me feel that I am part of
> something bigger, part of something at all. I don't want to feel that,
> like I said...wishful thinking. Sadness permeates the fabric of my being
> as I listen to the children cry. It doesn't matter what part of the
> world they live in or what they believe, their pain is acute and it
> stabs like a knife. If only I could believe a little bit more. If only
> I could see just a little bit farther.
> Inside, I am confined by a compilation of religions, cultures and ...
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Author: ImmortalistImmortalist Date: Sep 6, 2007 19:39
On Sep 6, 1:59 pm, Dan dsscompany.com> wrote:> All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
> myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
> have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have wasted
> over the ages. I stand staring down at my empty hands and contemplate
> action but nothing ever comes of it. I feel the atrophy of my legs
> worn down by years standing idly by as I watch whole species disappear
> under my eyes. Words are whispered among the winds that speak of
> peace, that speak of life just beyond the horizon, but there is no
> substance to them. Wishful thinking is a fool's game and I don't play
> that game anymore.
> I choke back down emotions meant to make me feel that I am part of
> something bigger, part of something at all. I don't want to feel that,
> like I said...wishful thinking. Sadness permeates the fabric of my being
> as I listen to the children cry. It doesn't matter what part of the
> world they live in or what they believe, their pain is acute and it
> stabs like a knife. If only I could believe a little bit more. If only
> I could see just a little bit farther.
> Inside, I am confined by a compilation of religions, cultures and
> creeds all vying for dominance and through the selfishness of all, I ...
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Author: Sir FrederickSir Frederick Date: Sep 6, 2007 21:07
On Thu, 06 Sep 2007 17:00:43 -0700, Dan dsscompany.com> wrote:
>This rant is not about me...it is about humanity as a human being.
I do not recognize "humanity as a human being", as a wild weed grass perhaps
(lots of individual plants).
Also what you say includes "I", "myself", "me", "my life, etc., nothing
about the approximately six billion other primate folk(except in sympathy).
Thanks for your stories. Keep up the good work.
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Author: brian fletcherbrian fletcher Date: Sep 7, 2007 06:59
> On Sep 6, 7:19 pm, "brian fletcher" bigpond.net.au> wrote:>>> All my life, I have fought a seemingly unending battle to believe in
>>> myself. I have not yet succeeded. Wars I have fought and battles I
>>> have lost. I cannot begin to think about all the lives I have wasted
>>> over the ages. I stand staring down at my empty hands and contemplate
>>> action but nothing ever comes of it. I feel the atrophy of my legs
>>> worn down by years standing idly by as I watch whole species disappear
>>> under my eyes. Words are whispered among the winds that speak of
>>> peace, that speak of life just beyond the horizon, but there is no
>>> substance to them. Wishful thinking is a fool's game and I don't play ...
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