just reminds me of all the paradoxes and dichotomies and confusing strings pulling at me from all directions. do i choose the revolutionary and anarchist fiction, or the theological treatise, or the history of revolution or oppression, or the social commentary, or the radical christian autobiography, or the literary masterpiece, or the photodocumentary, or the postmodern literature, or academic essay on the world's issues and possible solutions? or do i choose the children's book?
do i work to become an activist, a pastor, a leader of a social movement, an NGO worker, a radical Christian community member, a writer, a photographer, an artist, or an activist? or do i try to escape? or in the case of the last, is that choice actually the choice just to love?
the indecision of the paradox of choice freezes us from everything i believe. one choice or the other isn't going to matter in the end, because the importance is in the love and the grace one might give in any of those things.
the choice for today: les miserables.
soundtrack: brian eno- "ambient 1 music for airports."
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