LIGHT/WEIGHT

We are responsible for our own actions, no one else's.
We owe nothing to anyone
Our feelings and thoughts are our own, and we have no right or obligation whatsoever to impose upon anyone the consequences of such.

Ah, such poor justifications for your fear.
How can you not feel responsible when you hold the world of a person in your hands?
How can you lack the heart for those who offer theirs to you?
How can you be devoid of compassion for those who strip their souls bare before you, and hope that you feel what they feel?

Kundera is crying out now, saying that yes, we are responsible. And that the burden is not something we should refuse or ignore. Doing so would only destroy our very essence as human beings, and leave us with a hollow shell, floating about in utter pointlessness.

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ALL I WANT
Toad the Wet Sprocket


Nothing's so loud
As hearing when we lie
The truth is not kind
And you've said neither am i
But the air outside so soft is saying everything
Everything

All I want is to feel this way
To be this close, to feel the same
All I want is to feel this way
The evening speaks, I feel it say...

Nothing's so cold
As closing the heart when all we need
Is to free the soul
But we wouldn't be that brave I know
And the air outside so soft, confessing everything
Everything

And it won't matter now
Whatever happens to me
Though the air speaks of all we'll never be
It won't trouble me

And it feels so close
Let it take me in
Let it hold me so
I can feel it say...