Excuse the spontaneity, but I’m about to combust.
Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna lose my sanity on this infernal search of mine. A search for what? I don’t know, that’s just it. Well, I suppose you could try to classify this search, to codify it, put it into words. So what is it, Earl, that you search for?
And despite my best efforts to manifest these feelings into words, I can only produce a phrase slightly less than ambiguous: something more.
I search for something more.
I’m not satisfied with the pursuit of “success” or living “the american dream,” because in retrospect, I’m sure it’ll seem like small beans. There’s gotta be something more than this. There’s gotta be something that transcends this culture, this society, this point in history… this pale blue dot. And whatever that is, there’s a small part of me that tells me I’m destined for it.
But maybe I’m delusional, again. Maybe I’ve been watching “Heroes” too much.
I don’t care.
I gotta find my corner of the sky.