march4,2009ce_
, he sits in his armchair with a big pad of butcher paper doing calculations. The pages are filled with symbols both of astrophysics and particle physics. There are repeated efforts with the symbols of string theory. The few mathematicians who could follow him might say his equations begin brilliantly and then decline, doomed by wishful thinking: Dr. Lecter wants time to reverse - no longer should increasing entropy mark the direction of time. He wants increasing order to point the way.

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may26,2009ce_
[♫ Dream On - Aerosmith (rp)]

i can't answer for this: my deviantART account, right now. i can't answer for the chapters of my life that i have written here. i have nothing more to say here, right now.

The burden of the transgressor and of the fool is this: the taste of his doings runs to naught, because he broke through a wall. At least the tresspasser can implore forgiveness, but the transgressor is not worthy of the breath he spends in asking. But that was long ago, and i have been running terrified ever since, ever since,

but my soul is sorry,
and at least i understand that.

Thus I am leaving here only some remains of the late garden that was, and a reachable email - [ joshb1276@gmail.com ]. But until i can begin to answer for these chapters, i dont think it good to linger in the imbalance. And if i leave, i leave the imbalance as it is.

That is all.

- Joshua