The plangent tolling of the final bell, and then only silence. Pretty dark, but what the hell, it's 1AM and finals week.

There has to be absolute metaphysical truth doesn't there? Either a blossom is red or it isn't. It's just wrong to think it's red for some people and not for others right? But what about the color blind? Perhaps it is still red for them too, they are just wrong in their perception of the color. Or perhaps it isn't red at all and we're all wrong. Even if we're all wrong there could still be a truth of the matter. The fact that none of us would be privy to that truth is irrelevant. And what about love? Either true love exists or it doesn't. It's ridiculous to say it only exists for this or that culture. True love must be an absolute. Of course there is no necessity for it to absolutely exist, it could absolutely fail to. In any case it doesn't seem that it should be in a gray area. Shouldn't true love, if it exists, shine out in blinding examples to the whole world, removing any doubt that it may be somewhere, slinking in phantom alleys? If so, the very fact that there can be doubt of true love would seem to indicate that it is only a myth. No true love. How sad. Quite pessimistic really. Must be bed time. Besides, maybe love does keep to more discreet paths...   ¶ 1:20 AM