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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If I Ever Get To Look Back On All Of This</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I ever get to look back on all this<br>even if it's just to show me how wrong I was <br>about so much, how much I risked for so little, <br>I don't want to have been mean and petty here, <br>I don't want to have lived short-minded<br>as if my brain never grew to its proper height<br>and I had to live close to the ground <br>with burrowing wasps and centipedes<br>trading toxins in the grass like slumlords. <br>Tried to live like a magnanimous man <br>with an open hand whenever my luck kept pace <br>with my generosity. Didn't want to die <br>knowing nothing about the stars, that shining <br>that grew in time even brighter in the dark within.<br>Wanted to know the fury and compassion, genius, <br>the affable kindness, madness and love of humankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Used to say we were born to see and be happy, <br>and if you couldn't find a meaning that suited you, <br>make one up of your own. Don't waste <br>the great creative potential of the absurd<br>and try to fit yourself like a little polyp of sentience<br>into the fossilized coral reefs of the past. <br>Go for the galaxies. What's to lose? <br>If you're going to fall, fall from a height. <br>Sooner a brilliant failure than a mediocre flight.<br>You'd be surprised at what the timing of one comet <br>falling out of the black halo around the sun <br>can mean to millions watching down below for signs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sensible shoes, or starmud on your winged heels, <br>Icarus or Neil Armstrong using his foot <br>to take a big step for humankind, walk your mile <br>standing up as if you were scanning for leopards, <br>your simian continuum at a fork in the road. <br>Danger is a capricious muse, but it can still <br>rivet you with inspiration. The hunters get eyes.<br>You grow an exoskeleton, then rib<br>the walls and rafters of the house and soon <br>the sun decides where the windows are going to go. <br>The Hox genes talk, and you're the topic of conversation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You start listening as if <br>you were listening in on yourself, <br>all those voices and things <br>for words you don't understand, <br>bliss, butterflies, sorrows and assassins, <br>the victimized heroes of egoistic tragedies, <br>and the poetry in the pity of unexpurgated passion.<br>Lovers in the last throes of unmitigated catastrophe. <br>The rush and turmoil of the picture-music<br>going on all the time, shapeshifting <br>from one musical scene into another <br>and even you with your hands over your ears <br>sick of listening to the cosmic hiss, <br>climactic cymbals in the great performance<br>just waiting to come together like a hadron collider <br>deep underground where black holes in space <br>are born of the impact. If you're not already <br>too calculating, or mesmerized like a stone bird <br>by the snake-eyes of the dice, put some money<br>down on yourself as if you had one to lose, <br>and if for nothing more than the exercise, <br>kiss your prophetic skulls for luck and let them roll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when you love, don't approach a seabed on the moon <br>with a spoonful of water you can both sip from. <br>Return like an ocean with a convincing atmosphere. <br>If fools rush in where angels fear to tread <br>the angels will follow soon enough, with blessings <br>on the horns of your head. Learn<br>every gesture of her eyes like pictographic signage, <br>of her heart, a grammar for two, of her mind <br>be the no one to lift its veils, of her body, <br>apprentice yourself to the genius of her starmud. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything that lives is a gesture of the absurd <br>the imagination delights in elaborating<br>like people with the personalities of apple-trees<br>or the encyclopedic prolixity of the Burgess Shale. <br>I am is not the cornerstone of anything. <br>I imagine. And the wind is the threshold of the tent<br>that sheds the desolation of a self like a flower <br>that blooms in fire. Why water a mirage? Live large.<br>Squander stars on your vision of this, swallow the abyss<br>to keep your emptiness well fed, let your wisdom <br>be the private life of space, your time on earth <br>be passage and transformation, and your heart<br>cherish the bliss of all, animate and inanimate alike, <br>who suffer the same dream of being awake that you do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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even if it's just to show me how wrong I was 
about so much, how much I risked for so little, 
I don't want to have been mean and petty here, 
I don't want to have lived short-minded
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