I often ponder on the properties of communication being a continual internal cycle of reconciliation between patience, logic, and chance.
I reflect on the idea that some people can’t paint with words, to be sure, but they may save the life of one of my family members some day so where could I possibly draw the line of intrinsic worth?
There is nothing sweeter than the soft flow of brilliant prose or jagged, electric energy when new ideas are exchanged. I have learned to settle for the occasional intellectual lightning strike, but more importantly I have come to respect the sheer numbers and uses for common raindrops.
**I found this in my files. I honestly can't remember if I wrote this or copied it from somewhere.**
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evildollbj
05:25 Feb 01 2008
i realy enjoyed your ensight on things in life.
ObsidianFury
00:31 Feb 14 2008
well spoken. i think that human beings very rarely wish to see past what they see as truth or they hold as there beliefs.
atyourwindow
07:15 Feb 17 2008
doubt you wrote that yourself, not a whole lot going on upstairs there if you know what i mean?...lol