No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
catch22
how can i be honest to this piece of paper down to the last bit? how can i put down the small and the large webs of conversations that i have with my own self when i, most of the time, am not conscious or semi-conscious of them? how can i give them a vent, a wild natural opening and a space so that they can come out as they are in their pristine most state? how can i be conscious of the unconscious or the sub conscious when the moment i become, or try to become, conscious of them they are no longer the part of the unconscious?
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