You know, those days.
Last night I think I slept a grand total of two hours. I kept tossing and turning; I couldn't make my brain shut off. Of course now, since I didn't sleep, I'm such a zombie that I can't make my brain turn on.
So it goes.
If any of you have read a considerable amount of Kurt Vonnegut's work, you'll come to notice I'm pretty influenced by his writing.
Did I say that before?
I guess all I did was mention the source of "So it goes" in my first post.
I really want to read right now, but my eyes are so heavy. I'm not sure if I can. It'll be a long day though, if I don't.
I'm reading East of Eden by John Steinbeck.
(I know I'm slow, but I just learned this neat-o linking trick. So I'm playing with it.)
This post feels somewhat pointless.
One of those days.
A long one today, from East of Eden.
"They landed with no money, no equipment, no tools, no credit, and particularly no knowledge of the new country and no technique for using it. I don't know whether it was divine stupidity or a great faith that let them do it. Surely such a venture is nearly gone from the world. And the families did survive and grow. They had a tool or a weapon that is also nearly gone, or perhaps it is only dormant for a while. It is argued that because they believed thoroughly in a just, moral God they could put their faith there and let the smaller securities take care of themselves. But I think that because they trusted themselves and respected themselves as individuals, because they knew beyond doubt that they were valuable and potentially moral units - because of this they could give God their own courage and dignity and then recieve it back. Such things have disappeared perhaps because men do not trust themselves any more, and when that happens there is nothing left except perhaps to find some strong sure man, even though he may be wrong, and to dangle from his coattails."
