I try to be a serious man, a man of stature and common grace. I try to implement the simple ideals of good heartedness. But not half as hard as Larry Gopnik does. Neither do I fail to be rewarded for it so gravely as this man. He is a man of silent contemplation, a man not of grand disposures of guilt or sadness, unless called for. The question is, what is a man to do when his life crumbles apart. In fact not in any number of recollectable pieces, but in pieces so minute they might be lost to him forever.
He may not solve them with mathematic equations, of which Mr. Gopnik is very apt. Neither with an afternoon of smoking pot with that uncannily hot neighbor. In the end the answer is probably just that nobody knows, you just have to take everythaing a day at a time.
I'd like to honor the man that is Larry Gopnik with an epic poem in the style of Bruno K. Öijer, that of being inanely short.
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When the truth is found to be lies.
And all the joy within you dies.
Don't you want somebody to love?
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Jefferson Airplane - Somebody To Love
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You all need to see this movie.
