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The Man of the Stain (The Selfish Meme)

Sun, May 06, 2001 08:10PM -0600

I think there may very well be something wrong with my fornix and/or hippocampus. I've been dredging up the most bizarre snippets of memories lately. Mostly musical in nature, but then I've always made a big deal about how my memories are tied to songs. Or maybe insanity just runs in my family.

The song below popped into my head while driving to church today. Last night I had a sudden craving to listen to "I'll Never Love This Way Again" by Dione Warwick. Is it psychosis? Or maybe it's just be cause these are the days you'll remember...when May comes rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see with every hour.... See. There it is again.

In any case, I just remembered that a few years ago I wanted to be Don Quixote. Literally. I.e., completely delusional about the nature of reality. I tend to make Dulcineas out of all the pretty girls I meet anyway (Not to say any of you were Aldonzas, but at this point even I'm not sure what I mean....) And I haven't made it very far past loving pure and chaste from afar.

And duty is always the quickest route to the grave. Maybe this song outlines my only possible hope for salvation.... For my heart to be peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest. But enough morbidness.


Lyrics by Joe Darion
Music by Mitch Leigh

To dream the impossible dream,
to fight the unbeatable foe,
to bear with unbearable sorrow,
to run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong,
to love pure and chaste from afar,
to try when your arms are too weary,
to reach the unreachable star.

This is my quest,
to follow that star --
no matter how hopeless,
no matter how far.

To fight for the right
without question or pause,
to be willing to march into hell for a
heavenly cause.

And I know if I'll only be true to this
glorious quest
that my heart will be peaceful and calm
when I'm laid to my rest.

And the world will be better for this,
that one man scorned and covered with scars
still strove with his last ounce of courage.
To reach the unreachable stars.

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