the true rule of law

yesterday i saw a big tough guy with his girlfriend, almost equally tough, appearance-wise, at least. and then i saw how tender he was towards her, holding her tight and how she snuggled up to him; both abandoning their tough appearances. the L word, the sheer dichotomy. boys, now you know why the girls like tough boys. your tenderness is very endearing.

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"If man was able to drain all repetition from his life so that each moment was a unique creation, if each place, each event, each thought were new and filled with the risk of uncertainty, chased by a small demitasse of anxiety, with the awesomeness of novelty and surprise, that would justify a real life, not like these mass-marketed, manufactured little existences we live today, where each scene in our concocted existence is set in a home or job, with the same recurrent cast of minor characters. We are trapped in our own cheesy sitcoms, replete with the inflated laugh-track and fraudulent sentiments."