The Tentacle Kid (bel_shamharoth) wrote,
The Tentacle Kid

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And so it begins

Well, its a new year by the solar calendar, more or less. Anno Domini 2003. Maybe *your* lord, at any rate. Numerologically, its a pretty lame one, except for tomorrow, 01-02-03. But as I've been reflecting, it occurs to me that this next year reeks of significance for me and all my close peers. You can only follow so many paths in life, we've all got to choose our place to carve out against life's storm winds, and I think that for most of us this year will weigh more than many in that decision, by choice our otherwise. I guess it's getting time to answer that question that plagues all of us:
Who are you?
Or, perhaps better-
Who do you want to be?
Thus, I offer the following words from Tennyson:

Come, my friends.
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Happy New Years, you weirdoes!
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