In Frued's realm
Resides Gaudi's chisel
And Dali's brush
In reality's absence
And prurient normality.
That would be the reaction after going to the Gaudi / Dali musuem in Spain and uh, yeah...for Jess and Miss Perry who understand...I'm just going to say:  car.
Love conquers everything except for the tears it creates.
Our Soul

An envelope
That tastes of life,
Smells of hope,
Feels like a mist
Where I see Love
And hear peace
Surround us
In its seal
Secured by God.
Love is the master of confusion,
Of disaster, of disillusion.
Love gives happiness tears
And sadness an embrace.
Love makes fear seem worse
And exuberation a smile's trace.
Mediocre is a word no love knows.
It recognizes ecstasy only,
And acknowledges the deepest woes.
A farthing in the heart of a loveless man
Is a farthing merely in the hand,
But a farthing to a full man's heart
Is a rose that says:
Never will we part.
And so a farthing I give thee
With a tear on its face,
Knowing your long-awaited embrace
Will brighten my smile's trace.
Do different beliefs make us bad people?  No -- it just lets us reside in houses of glass.
My heart's rose has withered,
But from its rotting petals
Springs a more beautiful flower.
The best reason to find a social niche is to teach ourself how to be comfortable outside of it.
If Utopia were individual,
We would have to find our own little place,
Away from everyone else.
But then a lonliness would invade.
We need others for a personal Utopia.
Maybe Utopia would be a group of people
so close and so similar they would be
pure companions. And they wouldn't
try to conform everyone else.  Utopia would be a worldly society of cliques that kept to themselves.
Well, think about it...
If life were simple, we would understand ourselves.
If happiness is the absence of guilt, do I really want to be truly happy?
read "Those Who Walk Away From Omelas" and you'll understand
Life is a polyon and the number of sides is unknown.
It's not a circle of life, it's a circle of thought.
keep a-goin'...
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