Curious Incident

Ive finally finished my book. A fairly readable book. i read it by a fountain at city hall. it was nice and peaceful. And they had water displays where they have synchronized water ballet with classical pieces blaring from speakers on "palm trees". Its the typical Swan Lake type of music. Tchaikovsky.. russian.. dramatic. I was half expecting a gaggle of geese or swans (whichever is whiter) to saunter across the atrium.

Its a time for clarity. For things in the past to be locked up tight and discarded into the murky waters of yesterdays. There is no poing begrudging, nitpicking, highlighting the bad and not exonerating the truly good. For it is down that path that we find ourselves to be most unease most un-happy, dissatisfied. Things have happened for a reason, the way it was SUPPOSED to happen.

A resignation to Fate? A casual abandonment of responsibility for self? Maybe. But we shouldn't push too hard. The most important things are there, but its all a matter of whether we want to admit they are or not. And therein lays the greatest struggle of self. Knowing thyself. But more importantly, accepting that "self". Myabe that's why people get schizophrenic. SInce we adopt so many personas everyday (i don't believe that we are all the same person all the time), There must be conflicts of ideals, behaviours and attitudes. Maybe that's why some people talk to themselves, as though to reason, to seek agreement and consensus from all of their "selves". Its still freaky. Especially when they do the "different persona, different voice" stint. Makes me want to douse them with HOly water and yell in true Romanian priest style, "The power of Christ compels you!" repeatedly.