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I try to remember myself. I know I was. I remember walking in a hospital where my mother stayed when she was ill. I walked down the corridor and I saw a case that carried soda bottles. I remembered something about a soda bottle. I remembered a wholeness of feeling and sensation. I remembered what it was like to be in Denmark. I remembered that there was something about me it that rememberance. I was associated with some good and wholesome rememberance and sensation. For a moment I had this sensation of a sensation of remembering something. I had a sensation of something, though it was fleeting. I , remembered, things differently.

Another Today!

Well, today I stayed home. My father made pitza for dinner, and I had salad and fruit. My mother got up to eat. I played the trial version of Trade Winds 2 until the trial time ran out, an interesting addictive little video game. I flipped thorough some books on esoteric subjects. I find them hard to read. 

The weather is wonderful here. I like it a lot. It’s quiet too. It make me think I am in an other world. Looking out of the window, to the outdoors-the outside-, where there is much greenery and space, and then the mountains in the background and trees and the sun. A nice thing about France is that in the towns you can actually feel like you are getting out into the "countryside" when you go out of the town limits.

I know now where a quote by William Blake has come from that I read in a book; it’s Auguries of Innocence.

I’ve read some quotes by various people. When you are "searching" for something more, some quotes stand out like the first paragraph of Auguries of Innocence (and the quote that I read in a book-I think it was call, "Listening to Nature").

"To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour."

 

There is also and interesting part at the bottom, which I like the sound of,

(like it has a lot of meaning)

 

"Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born.

Every Morn & every Night 

Some are Born to sweet Delight.

Some are Born to sweet Delight,

Some are born to Endless Night.

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro’ the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day."