Felix Eisenhardt's Diary

by Guest Mon Jul 04, 2011 1:49 pm

[So, going my whacky 'The Question/Rorsarch' theme here's a nonlinear account of Felix's thoughts, cases and poetry.
This is kept on Felix at all times and the information stored can be used ICly.
Yes there are a lot of 'secret' formulas and the like in here ]

Entry #47
Sometimes I feel like I'm just a slather of writing on a sheet of paper, like everything in my life is orchestrated by higher beings who twist and shape the reality of which I reside. If I am, then I how can I know that these words are mine? How can I know these thoughts aren't merely written by this creator, this 'writer'. For some it may be a troubling thought, to think that they are merely a concept...an idea, but to this grizzled bull? It's a blessing. To think that my existence comes from a simple thought that was expanded upon by a God who cared so deeply for me to give me body, to give me soul and life is enough for me. Even if I'm but a thought, an idea, then I'm simply happy to be here, wherever here is.

Consider the days of old, the years of the many generations. (Deuteronomy, 32:7)

Entry#09

Shopping list for the day:
- A Liter of Goat Milk
- 3 packs of Cherries.
- A baskets of apples
- Three steaks of Halal Lamb

(A sketch of a gas mask cartoon hero dressed like a superhero)

Entry#10
I have put before you life and death, a blessing and a curse: so choose life for yourselves and for your descendants.

Entry#40
Chased down a rogue alchemist today, plasmic specialist, was going on about a riot or something along those lines and that he 'wasn't alone'. This city is getting queerer by the second and I hope by God's grace that he was just a lunatic."