"From the darkness, sleeping light." Formerly luminus dormiens. Lux pacis, light of peace.

Quote: "Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us." --Bill Watterson, cartoonist, Calvin and Hobbes

20030910

To the instance

Just when I had, after the dire conditioning, been experimented in a righteous mood, trying to get that damned card working, I found that I cannot 'startx'

[SIGH] No internet on Windows nor on RedHat, I'm trapped alone, isolated from this dear world. If I could only get online, but in a moment, I could a tale unveil that could sparrow delights in your eyes and hearts, initialize the innocence that once exists in your fair mind, and remove all visitations of evil and darkness to bring you into the Light, the Life, the Way.

So what am I to do if startx cannot start the GUI? I very nearly panicked, and have spent the last half-hour reinstalling RH 7.2, but rather than reformatting everything and starting clean-over, I have found myself choosing to just install the distro over the distro it had installed themselves. If this should represent me, and I represent my mind, body and thought, then this shows that my mind, body and thought still carry some excess baggage that they are unwilling to relinquish for the sake of sanity.

An apt Freudian remark? How dare you, no 20 Freud could ever match the thoughts that I--I am arrogant, I am a knowingly gnarly knavish newt, a pittance of pimple on the face of the world. I could do well to be popped out of existence were it not that I have it within me a reason for existence as beset upon me by the Almighty Prince of the Light. I cannot, nor am I willing to, do anything that would constitute a deliberate, intentional, willing self-slaughter.

If but for one thing that I could solve, this connection to the outside world, however virtual, I could be happy but for a moment. For now, I shall not be happy because I am not content.

That, were it possible, for me to speak coherently, not in such an ugly manner that does not befit one that keeps a diary/journal/log of what are deemed important by him to present to this great stage.

Tarry on! You shall soon see whether I succeed in my endeavor or no.

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