Logicless Logic

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Too much inactivity in the day, it seems, might lead to slightly less sleepy nights. Or perhaps just a mind over active at the wrong time. Slightly inebriated by chrysanthemum tea, the mind wandered into semi-subconscious territory. The topic of life floated to the surface, like how a cigarette butt floats in the water of an ash tray.

Life(or rather a person) it seems, could be likened to a lighted cigarette. Once the flame of life ignites one at birth, he begins to slowly burn away. As the seconds go by, more and more of the cigarette becomes ash, more and more of the person becomes a little figment of history, his story. The cigarette gets shorter, as does life. At the end, no matter how much satisfaction a person has derived from his cigarette, his life, it is but a stubbed out cigarette butt, floating in the water of an ash tray, the flame of life, extinguished.

A pack of cigarettes contain twenty sticks, twenty chances of satisfaction. Life? There's only one shot, no matter how much satisfaction is gained. Make the most of it. How? That's a question for someone with clearer thinking than I have at the moment.

justin.

posted by justin @ 1:02 AM