Published 17 March 2007 03:13
Whey they told you, you have to go to extremes to feel alive, and they just didn’t know what they were talking about. It’s the universe worst and beautifully best kept secret, that how we are is to where we are, and what we are is asleep. Never has such a home grown thought been so tangible, hold out your tongue and catch this multifaceted and delicate idea, like the first snowflake. Of a disbelieving snow.
If all we are to do is remember, love will follow ten fold and that long drive home, does not quite seem so impossible. Even in the darkest depths of every single man, woman and amoeba, behind the jagged death rattle, and the silky smooth tales of the lair. The blanket that is said to warm the soul never was, it never was.
All our times have come, a circle, a perfect circle. Without end, and as infinite as everything plus one, when it was and is, how could it not be.
