Monday, April 24, 2006

I dreamed of a game.
It was truly a dream for the colors shone with intrinsic light and even the air tasted sweet to my tongue.
I dreamed of a shrew.
A wicked woman, a fairy tale witch, she demanded from each of the players an accounting of our good deeds until the colors faded and our taste buds withered.
Trapped behind bars of vanity, chained with our own golden glory, we languished...
Until with thinly veiled courage, a word was spoken.
A word of freedom for all who knew perfection to be unattainable.
A word of defeat for the evil shrew who was compelled to release us to frolic in freedom.
I dreamed of Grace (Candyland style).

Thursday, April 06, 2006

"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
*Jack London