16.2.05

Importing My Inability

Today, I learned that you can import a .PDF into Illustrator, save it as a .EPS, open it in Photoshop, save it as a .tiff (300 DPI or more), and drop it into Quark as a background and lose none of the quality of the image, allowing you to drop new imagery over it replacing anything that is corrupt, outdated, etc. without the need of upgrading InDesign.

I also learned that in the midst of exhaustion I can begin to question the meaning of what I’m doing. Such questioning shakes me, like an earthquake shakes a building. But such shaking is no bad, for it proves where we are weak, in need of reinforcement. Such questioning need not threaten, unless we see it as a statement of inability. We each must be driven to deep introspection to find what treasures lie in the unexplored regions of our hearts; but the miner who never returns to bring his treasure up will die: from the weight that such introspection brings, and unbroken seriousness. I have delved deep, and now I long for the light. A hint of depression settles over me. The past stands in the room, like an old friend (an old enemy), never speaking but always ready to remind of what has come. Calling, like the Sirens, that I might heed the invite and wreck myself upon the rocks of regret, remorse, recollection, and remembrance. Where do past-minded people look when the sun settles behind clouds and the shadows threaten to swallow us? Lord, you know.

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