What literature needs most to tell and investigate today are humanity's basic fears: the fear of being left outside, and the fear of counting for nothing, and the feelings of worthlessness that come with such fears; the collective humiliations, vulnerabilities, slights, grievances, sensitivities, and imagined insults, and the nationalist boasts and inflations that are their next of kin ... Whenever I am confronted by such sentiments, and by the irrational, overstated language in which they are usually expressed, I know they touch on a darkness inside me. We have often witnessed peoples, societies and nations outside the Western world–and I can identify with them easily–succumbing to fears that sometimes lead them to commit stupidities, all because of their fears of humiliation and their sensitivities. I also know that in the West–a world with which I can identify with the same ease–nations and peoples taking an excessive pride in their wealth, and in their having brought us the Renaissance, the Enlightenment, and Modernism, have, from time to time, succumbed to a self-satisfaction that is almost as stupid.

—O. P.

A good text: Slaves of the Lord, the path of the tamil saints by Vidya Dehejia Dr.

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Comparing my poetry to theirs, I can see the vast distance between their love, and mine such as it is.

Listening to Jack Johnson's Better Together.

'If all these dreams would find themselves into my day to day...'

- Commentator: Jack's music could cure cancer.

A good hardy laugh in order, a delightful confirmation of music's touch.
The rain has started. Finally. It feels cold, and the shuddering icy wind reminds me that like seasons, nature, tells life, to wake you up, from old patterns, into new ones. Started riding my Marin Venezia more often now. Time to get lean and healthy. Tickets to Michigan were too much, I didn't book it in time. Tickets to Trinidad are not too bad, but I have work starting soon. Tickets to LA are not so costly, but I don't want to spend anymore money on tattooing as of now. Although it would be nice to see my sleeve completely black. I need to improve my vocabulary. It always was quite bad. I can never remember words to re-use and expand my brain. A note to work on. Always improving. Day to Second. Thats my motto. And so, I am stuck here. It get's a little boring sometimes, but makes for good reading.I need to start networking for my work. Found a great trail, the Bay Trail, and juncture cut off at Middlefield is nice too, saw the stanford bike team. I am not sure. I should've followed that with a question mark. As it is interrogative.

Does that line make sense?