Thursday, September 20, 2007

Yeah, well. Darwin's dead.

bombast (BOM-bast) noun

Pompous speech or writing.

I finished reading a book today--for the first time in months--and the first thing I thought was, "What a story says and what a story means may not always be different things."

When I finish my play, or flesh out any of the many parts of other things I write, I hope, when someone else reads it, they're moved to think the same way.

As a side note, if you ever (or more appropriately, never) question the human races' existence on this planet, I urge you to read Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut. I am now convinced that these "big brains" of ours instead represent an alien-like defect, and not the tools of infinite progress and created wealth. Sure, the possibilities of what we can do and accomplish in our lifetimes grows exponentially each day--all but one having been defined and refined within the limited scope of our self-constructed systems.

Ah, but I've said too much...

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