I'm not perfect, nor do I aspire to be so. Perfection is a form of death. I'm grateful for my demons because in the worst of times they're my allies, and in the best of times they're the measure of my accomplishments. I don't seek truth, I seek reason. Truth is relative and found only by consensus, while reason is irreducible and adamantine. When ( Read more... )

In this awful world where the efforts of caring people often pale in comparison to what is done by those who have power, how do I manage to stay involved and seemingly happy ( Read more... )

Is there anything more dangerous than getting up in the morning and having nothing to worry about, no problems to solve, no friction to heat you up? That state can be a threat to your health, because if untreated it incites an unconscious yearning for any old dumb trouble that might rouse some excitement ( Read more... )

When an old tree in the rain forest dies and topples over, it takes a long time to decompose. As it does, it becomes host to new saplings that use the decaying log for nourishment.

Picture yourself sitting in the forest gazing upon this scene. How do you describe it? Would you dwell on the putrefaction of the fallen tree while ignoring the fresh ( Read more... )

Subtly sensual black & grays swirl ( Read more... )

Your eyes are as brown ( Read more... )

whistling forward my concubines
coffee grinds and age old wines
waiting for our slower times
to unfold softly..seeking vines
and climb to faintly reveal the
SILENCE..
of broken mimes
with unspoken rhymes

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linger.....pensive.....poignant

unremembered dreams

cleverly evasive

haunt the path of hidden thought

walk the streets of beauty

and pull at tangled threads

that seek to weave themselves

into the fabric and flare of life

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