What is feeling if it can be smashed so easily?
Have I built up anything in the
course of a happy day that cannot be torn down by tomorrow's inevitable
sorrows? Am I so fragile that a word from the outside of the transparent orb that
encloses my physical self, being said, pricks the invisible dome and leaves me
utterly defenseless against the onslaught of everyday realities? And what is to be
said for rebuilding that shell? Will it provide me anything more than a few short
hours of divine oblivion? Ah, but what can be accomplished in a few short hours?
Many great things and these things, if carefully constructed, may perhaps furnish
a sort of hospital waiting room wherein, when I am next divested of my orb, I
might pass the time in slightly more comfortable surroundings than had I been
rushed directly to the operating table.
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What is feeling if it can be smashed so easily?
Have I built up anything in the
course of a happy day that cannot be torn down by tomorrow's inevitable
sorrows? Am I so fragile that a word from the outside of the transparent orb that
encloses my physical self, being said, pricks the invisible dome and leaves me
utterly defenseless against the onslaught of everyday realities? And what is to be
said for rebuilding that shell? Will it provide me anything more than a few short
hours of divine oblivion? Ah, but what can be accomplished in a few short hours?
Many great things and these things, if carefully constructed, may perhaps furnish
a sort of hospital waiting room wherein, when I am next divested of my orb, I
might pass the time in slightly more comfortable surroundings than had I been
rushed directly to the operating table.
Have I built up anything in the
course of a happy day that cannot be torn down by tomorrow's inevitable
sorrows? Am I so fragile that a word from the outside of the transparent orb that
encloses my physical self, being said, pricks the invisible dome and leaves me
utterly defenseless against the onslaught of everyday realities? And what is to be
said for rebuilding that shell? Will it provide me anything more than a few short
hours of divine oblivion? Ah, but what can be accomplished in a few short hours?
Many great things and these things, if carefully constructed, may perhaps furnish
a sort of hospital waiting room wherein, when I am next divested of my orb, I
might pass the time in slightly more comfortable surroundings than had I been
rushed directly to the operating table.