A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesnt believe, and leaves before she is left.

What would you attempt to do, if you knew you could not fail?

Be the change you wish to see in the world
-Gandhi

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly

"Loss"

At the temple there is a poem called "loss",

carved into the stone.

It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out.

You cannot read loss,

Only feel it.

young love

I'm gonna keep your letters,

until the day i find someone else that says those things to me.

If that day never comes,

at least i'll know that at some point in my life,

it was possible for someone to truly love me,

the way you did,

and I you.

Art Thou Troubled?

Art thou troubled? Music will calm thee, Art thou weary? Rest shall be thine, rest shall be thine.

Music, source of all gladness, Heals thy sadness at her shrine, Music, music ever divine.

Music, music calleth, with voice divine.

When the welcome spring is smiling, all the earth with flow'rs beguiling, after winter's dreary reign, sweetest music doth attend her, Heav'nly harmonies doth lend her, chanting praises in her train, chanting praises in her train.

Art thou troubled? Music will calm thee, Art thou weary? Rest shall be thine, rest shall be thine.

Music, source of all gladness, Heals thy sadness at her shrine, Music, music ever divine.

Music, music calleth, with voice divine.

Science is fun confirmation...

Gotta love PCR and primers...

Art?

Colour is like a scent, it is indescribable, like a chord struck on a harp in the darkness, the colour must sing together, very much like notes in music. A mingling of wavelengths in light or in sound. If a work is to be of any value, it must convey something which transcends material.

"Millennium"

"What ideas individuals may attach to the term "Millenium" I know not; but i know that society may be formed so as to exist without crime, without poverty, with health greatly improved, with little, if any misery, and with intelligence and happiness increased a hundredfold"

Oh love is handsome,

And love is fine,

And love's a jewel,

When it is new.

But when it is old,

It grows so cold...

And fades away,

Like morning dew...

Vultures...

In the greyness and drizzle of one despondent dawn unstirred by harbingers of sunbreak a vulture perching high on broken bone of a dead tree nestled close to his mate his smooth bashed-in head, a pebble on a stem rooted in a dump of gross feathers, inclined affectionately to hers. Yesterday they picked the eyes of a swollen corpse in a water-logged trench and ate the things in its bowel. Full gorged they chose their roost keeping the hollowed remnant in easy range of cold telescopic eyes ..

Strange indeed how love in other ways so particular will pick a corner in that charnel-house tidy it and coil up there, perhaps even fall asleep - her face turned to the wall!

... Thus the Commandant at Belsen Camp going home for the day with fumes of human roast clinging rebelliously to his hairy nostrils will stop at the wayside sweet-shop and pick up a chocolate for his tender offspring waiting at home for Daddy's return ...

Praise bounteous providence if you will that grants even an ogre a tiny glow-worm tenderness encapsulated in icy caverns of a cruel heart or else despair for in every germ of that kindred love is lodged the perpetuity of evil.

The 21st Century...

The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking and I’m sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don’t have all the answer. I don’t know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn’t involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mold. It doesn’t involve tempering my life to better fit someone’s expectations. It doesn’t involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. So go out there and show the world what you've got. Don't be afraid to tell people what you think, or to show you care.

Do what you want in life, but do it with your heart.