July 11th, 2001

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"It won't rain all the time,
The sky won't fall forever,
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall forever."

Jane Sibbery.
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run the fuck away

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Hope. There's one of many things missing from the world today. If you don't believe that things can get better for you and those around you... they won't. Part of hope is efficacy. You have to feel that you can change something. If you don't think you can, you won't try.

I want to change things. I want to hope. It's sometimes ahrd to keep those feelings up. It's hard to hope, and it's hard to believe that you can change things when everything tells you thay you can't. That it's too big. That the most you can do is eke out the best life for yourself that you can. I don't want to eke by. I want to live large. I don't mean expensive, or gaudy. I mean daring. I want to be brave, and I want to change things. I want to make my mark on the world. I want "Remy" to be a household name, and a household name associated with being a modern-day, real world, Don Quixote. A knight errant out of his time, an anachronism to an age that never really existed, except in books. The good guy always wins.

I want to be like Kenshin. Changing the world, not by fighting for a cause, but by simply being who he is. A man with no end to his resourcefulness and courage, and one who will always win, not because he is so much better than his opponents, but because he always has a surprise, and is willing to do what it takes.

In the Cyberpunk forum I got involved in a debate with a greyface about hate. As of today, the post you're looking for should be at the top. Check the reply thread.

"They were wonderfully crazy. They laughed and they built things and they argued.... They loved to accuse themselves of terrible crimes as a people: a strange practice until you understood that its hidden purpose was better- better to each other- better to the Earth- better than the prior generations of Man."

From The Postman, by David Brin