the forbidden fruit

i read in the prologue of the thornbirds long ago that a thornbird searches its whole life for a thron in which to impale itself and upon doing so, sign with its entire heart the most beautiful and heavenly song that ever blessed the earth.

so gothic.

for such a godly gift, a life must be lost. for nothing is gained without giving, and nothing is won without lost. there is nothing good, without the bad.

thats why we smoke, we drink, we take risks, we give all we have for one insolent cause. it gives meaning to our dull and boring lives. it gives a glimpse of pleasure in the multitude of pain. for we are willing to give everything we could offer, to enjoy for a single moment, the hapiness, the respite, the love, the bliss, even if all is to be lost, and pain, suffering, and tears are to be the cost.

that is why...