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[2004 March 27 @ 03:16 AM]

Whatever

Bet I'll be damned
Built the debt
I turned 2's up today
-- From Talk Talk's Ascension Day

Fuck Hesse and his lauding of following "destiny to its appointed end." No, Hesse's virtue of submission to destiny recalls too much of Beckett's servile Lucky leashed to fate-Pozzo -- and does Pozzo serve him well? Even Estragon and Vladimir are leashed -- leashed to the tree -- and does the tree serve them well?

You're in the backseat of a car and you know that the next intersection is your rendezvous with the end: a drunk driver runs the light and your internal organs are shocked and bloodied, and your cup which once runneth over, now runneth no more, or ever after. But you knew this well before the fateful intersection, before you started the car, before you learned to drive.

Fate gets its way. You can turn and fight it -- push for a greater destiny, and Fate will hand you a life of regret and exasperating meandering. Or you can cower and submit and forever live with the arrogant cackle of Fate, Fate who is always right, Fate who has no mercy, and Fate who shows no quarter.

Yet, while man wrestles with Fate's existence and its daily subjugation, mankind revels in the tyranny of equalizers, and in the misery and failures of peers. As if a failure in one man creates a success in another, as if Fate, in the end, spares any man. Ah, Fate smirks with the very grin that Dostoyevsky describes in The Idiot:

... that callous grin with which people sometimes so casually and unceremoniously express their pleasure at the misfortunes of their fellow men.

Yeah, just maybe I'll compete, but fuck-all if I'm going to try.

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Writing about what I want to write about instead of just writing about it:

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.

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