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Posted on October 28, 2004 by Jenna

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My mother always called me lazy. I would go out with my friends and complain. I would say, “I am not lazy. I am full of ambition. Yet God has given to each of us a task. I have not found my task. I have not found my purpose. Let me find the job I am suited for—then she will see my ambition!”

“Sometimes, Paquito, ” Sancho told me once, “I think the only job you would be suited for is eating small dots of light.”

“I would be a master,” I said, with enthusiasm. Esmeralda and Sancho both laughed at me—for where would a man find such a job as that?
— from the diary of Francesco Manderiaga

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I like to think that each pill I consume is an indulgence.

I cannot know the purpose to my endless task. But I like to think that it is to lift the burdens of the world. So I have given it that dedication in my mind. I prayed to God, saying, “Let each pill I consume free one man of his burden. Let each pill lift a fraction of the weight on one man’s soul. That would make me happy, God.”

Cherries came before me like a grace.
— from a letter by Francesco Manderiaga

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Always there are ghosts pursuing me. They are like the very fiends of Hell.

It is important, I think, that a man do what he loves. Do the ghosts love their job? I think not. I think they are jealous. That is why they are so angry. I tell them this. When I have eaten a more powerful pill, I turn and I chase them. I shout at them, “Why do you do this? Are you happy? Why do you stand in the way of a virtuous man?”

They do not repent. But I have forgiven them.
— Francesco Manderiaga, in candid conversation

1600 points!

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When I complete a circuit, the world is reborn.

There are those who would hate this, I think. But to me, it is a joy.

I wish that all of you should know fulfillment.
— written in a high score file