I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
July 23, 2017 - 11:12 a.m.
I slept late and I have to get together for my party so I will have to make this brief. That should be easy as I forgot what I wanted to write about.
I didn't quite stay home all day yesterday. Two of my party guests are coming by boat from Long Island. I had to find out how to go about mooring the boat at the boatyard a block from where the party is. Then I went to the little park where we're having the party and I added it to Google Maps and sent it to the guests. I now have a new hobby, adding places to Google Maps. I had to take pictures to verify it. You can't just make things up.
Today's not my birthday but it's my party and I'll cry if I want to. Sorry, that was a reflex. When I woke up and thought about how it feels to be 60 the answer I came up with was, just like it felt to be 16. I don't feel any different. The parts of my body that I can see without a mirror look pretty much the same with some additional scars. The only part that looks different is that I have a lot less leg hair. The same thing happened to my father. My hands, the part I see the most are exactly the same. My body is in better shape than it was in much of my life.
My head is another matter, I don't see the same person in the mirror. The guy I see looks nice so I can live with that. That's what I thought about writing today. Sorry, I don't have time to write that. I have to make breakfast and get ready. I also proved Fermat's Last Theorem.
I signed the Pro-Truth Pledge:
please hold me accountable.
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Horvendile July 23, 2017
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