Thinking for thinking's sake

I've been thinking these past days. I've been thinking long enough and late enough to miss some things that perhaps I should have not. I've been writing, too, which I haven't decided yet if it's a good or bad thing. We'll see.

As a rule, you must know that I talk too much. Some say I hyperanalyze things and thoughts and gestures. Perhaps I do, but that is how I am. Change at any rate is good, if it is done to serve a higher purpose than change itself - draw a parallel, if you wish, with "art for art's sake". And it's yabbering versus me locking myself up in the depths of my uncounsciousness, far, far away from the world. I either give all, or nothing at all. And I'd rather have the former than the latter, though the means are a bit deficient and badly chosen.

We have started walking on a road that I once knew where it will lead us... I had then a certainty naught could shake. Then doubts came, your manner of handling some things came, and I started censoring myself. And now... now I decided to bring back our beginning and make it even fairer. And after all, I think I know again where the road will end. It may be that a hope that stubbornly refuses to die will eventually become reality - it has been so in the past, so why wouldn't it be so in the future? We are given in the measure of our hope... "Fie mila Ta spre noi precum am nadajduit si noi intru Tine."

On another note, here's what I found today: http://www.lumeacredintei.com/sct_4/art_1230/criza_noastr_major_este_una_moral_i.htm . I was rather surprised to find it (pleasantly so, by all means).

And now we wait for the unfolding of the dream, until the dreamer wakes and finds...