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as he got older and crustier, Einstein came to distrust quantum mechanics. Its statistical and deeply probabilistic nature sounded too much like gambling to him, and it prompted him to object that “God does not play dice with the universe.” He was wrong, and it’s too bad that most people have never heard the rejoinder by Niels Bohr: “Einstein! Stop telling God what to do.”

they call me paul finnerty

out on the edge I see

all that would be keep from me

https://youtu.be/DPPJDfSafrs?t=4h1m18s

https://youtu.be/DPPJDfSafrs?t=3h9m27s

“Kindly let me help you or you will drown,” said the monkey putting the fish safely up a tree.

if they promise you dinner show up for breakfast

Companions, in misery and worse, that is what we all are, and to try to change this substantially avails us nothing.

I smoked ‘till i came out of it

maybe I was wrong. Maybe she, not me, was the bird cage and I’m the one meant to fly.

A flower trampled under foot may yet leave seed behind to come forth in its own season and flourish.

“Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. I feel it, sometimes. When I do, I want it to end. Sometimes, when you're near someone, when you touch them on some level that is deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, there's a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there is for me. It doesn't have to be someone particularly nice. You don't have to like them. You don't even have to want to work with them. You might even want to punch them in the nose. Sometimes just making that connection is its own experience, its own reward.”

It may be misery not to sing at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be misery never to be loved, But deeper griefs than these beset the way. To sing the perfect song, And by a half-tone lost the key, There the potent sorrow, there the grief, The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy. To have come near to the perfect love, Not the hot passion of untempered youth, But that which lies aside its vanity, And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth. This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

Unlucky

I guess she sharpens me, makes me questions my notion of self and how that self appears to others. It is a beneficial relationship for me, maybe I’m a parasite. Parker the Parasite, that’s what they should’ve always called me.

Who was I when you liked me? Have I changed that much?

She makes me crazy or do i make me crazy around Her. Be yourself, but myself is fucking crazy; this is decisively not a coma dream, i think i would handle shit better in my dreams.... who am i kidding this could still be a coma dream...

learn to protect before you destroy and the perspective becomes warped. Martial arts can be a form of dance, but not a publicly accepted one. How do you move freely while being spatially aware. There are no rules, there is no structure, there is no harmony in the way we perceive it. It’s about the release of control, it should not be structured movement.

unless the planet are aligning in my coma dream, because that date went waaaaaaaaaay to well. I was so nervous at first, but i think it went well, she wants to go out again, so that’s good. Come on coma dreams, may I never wake up!!

It’s not a coma dream, the planets are just aligning.

and the day passes; but time stands still.

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