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Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.

Emerson, I am going to be AMAZING.

deeprizendragon called me last night so we chatted before I went off to bed. He was all "you should write about me in your lj. Like, a whole entry devoted to me." So this is what you get, David. YOU SEE THAT? YOU GET A FULL PARAGRAPH! With caps and everything. Besides, everything I would write I've already told you in countless letters that, when I die tragically at a young age after publishing only one or two novels, you can sell to publishers and put your kids through college. It's my gift to you.

That, and my undying love. But that won't put food on the table. However it should make you feel warm and squishy inside. And if it doesn't, I'm going to go sit in the corner like a high school emo kid and cry about the unfairness of it all and then write a big lengthy LJ post about how incredibly hurt I am.

Um...wait....never mind....

But look, you ended up with two paragraphs, a lone sentence fragment and a conclusory paragraph. If that doesn't say something, than jeepers - I just don't know. But I do know I wish we lived closer together. But then, I wish that about a lot of people. Sometimes I think the world plays mean tricks on me by letting me know and love so many great people - all of whom live so very far away from me. And half of that was my choice as well. I think the craziest thing about my whole goal of moving back out west is so I can be closer to a lot of my friends and family. I don't like making choices based on that because in the end, the only person you can fully trust is yourself. So to make a decision based on other people is damn risky.

But I've got a lot of people asking me when I'm moving back to California. I have friends who message me out of the blue "when are you moving back out here?" I can't escape it. Is it possible that your home state is burned into your skin like an iron brand - "For the glory of Rome" is forever emblazened on my arm, charred letters reminding me that I can never return home, and yet I can never escape. Forever I will be torn between places and people.

Independence is a double edged sword. Someday someone will tell me that they love me and I'll be able to believe it and not be scared.

Nowhere Man - Low
re poor misunderstood Pathagoras, he kept trying to explain that A^2 + B^2 == ABBA
ABBA is the answer to all mathmatical questions.

Do not underestimate the mathmatical prowess of disco.
illinois, wisconsin, new york, arizona, kentucky, tennessee . . .

believe me, i understand. :-)