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Journal Entry: Friday, December 6th, 2002
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It's a feeling of unfocused anger. It's rage that has no project to complete. There's no poetry that I want to write. It's a sense of helplessness surrounded by a group of powerful people that will smile as they step on you and yet feel bad as they do it and continue to do so. Oh what it is to be an ant in the Christian world.
I'm not a fighter by design. I became this way by means of an environment. There's still that dream that a different path might have been taken; one where I would have been shielded by this in a life of academia. Instead, I have eaten from the tree and cannot go back.
Am I intolerant? How can one tolerate something that is unacceptable? And if that question is asked on both sides of the issue, then truly there can be no peace for it's a fundamental divide and each side holds to their own righteousness
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
