there’s a lot to be said for a good tomato. especially those tiny little thumb-sized ones that just explode with intense tomato flavor in your mouth on impact… mm. i wonder where the tomato capital of the world is. they must have very happy people living there.
the most difficult lie I have ever had to contend with is this:
Clearly, it is time to become disillusioned, each person to enter his own soul’s desert and look for God, having seen man.
I talk about love, forgiveness, social justice; I rage against american materialism in name of altruism, but have I even begun to truly control even my own heart? the overwhelming majority of time I spend thinking about myself, pleasing myself, reassuring myself, and when I am done there is nothing to spare for the people i was intended to interact with, inspire, learn from. six billion people live in this world, and I can only manage to consistently muster thoughts for one … me.
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.I never had a selfless thought since I was born.I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through;I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.Peace, reassurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin;I talk of love – a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek –But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.