In Adams World
Join Date: Feb 2010
Location: Buckinghamshire, England
In Crime ad Punishment, my favourite book by dostoievsky thus far, Raskolnikov the hero was supposedly 23, played by a 30 year old in the movie adaptation. He fell in love with an 18 year old prostitute. Nothing separated them. My view, it's not the outside that counts it's the strands you share. I'll probably be your age or older by the time I get to uni, it is a problem for me too, though not the dating side. I couldn't care less for that. I feel I'll have missed the chance to have spoken to people with similar thoughts to me, or at least to have known they never existed. Then again, there are other universities.... Or perhaps someone with precisely the same experiences held back by the same time, you never know. It always leaves me wondering.... When you're like me and you believe you have a fight on your hands for freedom, to see such providence ahead of you is something I think about a lot. It seems EVERYTHING comes down to a feeling in your chest and being absolutely honest with it which is why I don't think about the future and end, or today and end. All of it martials itself into that feeling, that never ends, or an instance that loses or reminds them of themselves, which is why I only care who feels and who doesn't, how they feel and why. That extends itself to all issues. In the end it doesn't matter what you believe to me, so long as it's strong. I don't care how soundly some would martial a study in robotics, it dosn't interest me at all. In the end that study of robotics belongs to you or it doesn't. I couldn't teach myself to live like that, and that is what life will give me If I'm not careful.
"I am looking for a true human being."- Diogenes
"Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame."- Song of Songs
"It was love that brought them back to life: the heart of one held inexhaustible sources of life for the heart of the other."- Dostoevsky