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I was born to malinger. I plan my days carefully to allow time for nothing. It requires effort to avoid work. Hemingway said that all stories extended far enough in time must end in death. Eternity is vast and waits patiently. I have seen what comes of too much hurry: a cloud of falling debris, a puff of pink mist where a man used to be. I would rather stay a shiftless old monk for as long as I can, just sitting, doing nothing, trying to be better, content to be me. ~mce
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
The Wastrel's Song At Morning
I was born to malinger. I plan my days carefully to allow time for nothing. It requires effort to avoid work. Hemingway said that all stories extended far enough in time must end in death. Eternity is vast and waits patiently. I have seen what comes of too much hurry: a cloud of falling debris, a puff of pink mist where a man used to be. I would rather stay a shiftless old monk for as long as I can, just sitting, doing nothing, trying to be better, content to be me. ~mce
mike-essig
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
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