this is your mind, this is your mind on holocaust
After a night of service at Beverley House I hopped into my car and waited for the air that was seeping through the vents to morph from cool to warm. 35 minutes later, listening to Saves the Day and pondering that which great minds ponder, I made the final turn onto Westville Rd. Turning from one deserted street to another, my lights shined brightly and illuminated the cold winter air. For the fist time of the night, I saw grayish white flakes flailing towards me and littering the cool pale night. And you know what the first thing to come to my mind was? Ashes. A death camp. The holocaust. Awareness has it's defects, overexposure can creep up on you. It was awful.
posted by So it goes... at 9:20 PM
2 Comments:
The unexamined life is not worth living, according to Socrates. But in my freewrite i came upon an interesting point:
what about the overexamined life?
-johnson
Your point is much better than just interesting. Mr. Porter has said, on numerous occasions, something along the lines of, "well, if you're intelligent, you're bound to be at least somewhat unhappy."
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