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Cuz maybe you've seen Almost Famous and wondered about that Lester Bangs mentor character. But most importantly because this passage has squelched whatever truly self-destructive tendencies I have and sustained me through the years:
Just for the record, I would like to have it be known by anyone who cares that I don’t think life is a perpetual dive. And even though it’s genuinely frightening, I don’t think Richard Hell’s fascination with death is anything else but stupid. I suspect almost every day that I’m living for nothing, I get depressed and I feel self-destructive a lot of the time and a lot of the time I don’t like myself. What’s more, the proximity of other human beings often fills me with overwhelming anxiety, but I also feel that this precarious sentience is all that we’ve got and, as simplistic as may seem, it’s a person’s duty to the potential of his own soul to make the best of it. We’re all stuck on this miserable earth where life is essentially tragic, but there are glints of beauty and bedrock joy that come shining through from time to precious time to remind anyone who cares to see that there is something higher and larger than ourselves. And I am not talking about your putrefying gods, I am talking about a sense of wonder about life itself and the feeling that there is some redemptive factor you must at least search for until you drop dead of natural causes. And all the Richard Hells are chickenshits who trash the precious gift too blithely, and they deserve to be given no credence, but shocked awake in some violent matter. Either that or be spanked and put to bed.
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