:: 2004 18 January :: 1.06 pm

i sang in the rain
perhaps it wasn't wet
but it was cool
refreshing
tingling

I drank of it
the liquid seeping
through my throat
the rains that were
dry, quenched this thirst

let it

:: 2004 15 January :: 8.12 pm

Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell."



This anonymous person knows what they are talking about.

let it

:: 2004 15 January :: 8.12 pm

live like
today
was the end
and tomorrow
another beginning

let it

:: 2004 15 January :: 8.12 pm

Perhaps a defintion of life would solve everyones problem.

Then again there would be those that would deny it, debate it, desecrate it, break it, and ignore it.

So, I guess we will continue to search for what has already been described.

let it

:: 2004 15 January :: 8.11 pm

Ralph Waldo Emerson on Love

For it is a fire that kindling its first embers in the narrow nook of a private bosom, caught from a wandering spark out of another private heart, glows and enlarges until it warms and beams upon multitudes of men and women, upon the universal heart of all, and so lights up the whole world and all nature with its generous flames. It matters not therefore whether we attempt to describe the passion at twenty, at thirty, or at eighty years. He who paints it at the first period will lose some of its later, he who paints it at the last, some of its earlier traits. Only it is to be hoped that by patience...we may attain to that inward view of the law which shall describe a truth ever young and beautiful, so central that it shall commend itself to the eye, at whatever angle beholden.

let it