“I'm outside the Trader Joe's in Arlington Heights. There's a sign in the window; it says "Ten Years". I remember when they put it in. I remember when the Trader Joe's... well, didn't even exist, and the Walgreen's, behind me, in the same parking lot, was just an abandoned old building. The Heights has really changed. It feels odd that it was so long ago. I don't know. I guess I've been in Arlington a long time now, officially. Well, I guess it was official a little while ago, but... it seems a little longer, now.”
“I'm on Storrow Drive with dicotomygrrl, I look over, and they're flashing an ad on the side of the Prude. It's obscene. It's wrong.
Yes, I know we have the giant Citgo sign, but it's a landmark. It's traditional. And, I love Hugo Chávez.
But... ads on the Prude? I-- I can't say how wrong that is. It's just wrong. Words fail me. Well, I got to go, because I'm talking. But! they should. Anyway. It's tainted the skyline, and I'm just like *wrraggh*!! And that's it.”
I obsess about little things far too much. I need to be looking at the big picture everyday, but I have not been. I have focused on the small things and ignored the All that is Everywhere. I have ignored the Amazing that has been right before my eyes if I were only to open them.
I have beaten myself down before others. I humbled myself to too many people. I have always felt that I am less. It is true that I am different, but in that I am no less and no more than any other person. I am one of the small in the light of the Big. I need to humble myself to only that which is ought to be humbled to.
I will pray and try to remember my place in the Universe, my place as one of the small. I am as one brick in a great building. I have not felt myself worthy of being part of that great building. But, we are all worthy and all have been chosen to be part of It. No brick is unimportant. Without any one brick the building would be incomplete, but without the building there are no bricks.
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Fuck GWB. "Shock and Awe"? "Shock and Horror". Am I supposed to be impressed at buildings blowing up in large clouds of smoke? Got my fill of that on September 11th, thank you very much. Fuck GWB. Fuck this war.
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