Hi there. I’m going to be taking a small break, I think. A lot is happening in my life right now: I have quit my day job and am starting up my own company; and this Saturday, I am going to go to England to see this woman whom I haven’t seen face to face for two years. So I am currently working crazy hours on the flagship software project — right now mostly dealing with design issues — and from England, I’m going with the woman to Rome for 5 days. So maybe in a few weeks I’ll be back to this, but right now, I simply don’t have the time or energy to keep updating here. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. I imagine I’ll be back before you know it.

Cheers.

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life
Looking at the barrel of an Armalite
I don’t want to spend the rest of my days
Keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say
I don’t want to spend my time in hell
Looking at the walls of a prison cell
I don’t ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a goverment chart

– The Police

Ed Ruscha: The End

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if i had the breath to know the sky
fluid air that pours from heaven to heaven
i would ascend above time
to where the lights of dreaming boom
to the halo of the mountains
to the source of all fire, and its sound
and i could wield the sword of the archangel
cut loose the moon, pierce new stars
in the fabric of the dark shroud
fluid threads that pour from outer sundown
that i breathe in, stitches my soul

someone was watching me, all along

The primary object of prayer is to know God better; we and our needs should come second.

Night falls, quiet blankets the overworld, ears sharpen to the wind.

Night falls, and man has captured fire, forgetting the power of its source.

Night falls, where wondering rises to catch the drops of moonlight.

Night falls, dreaming awaits just beyond the corner of the waking eye.

Night falls, waiting for the shooting star, a sign before the coming.

Night falls, sky naked of its blue, the structures of starlight to see.

Night falls, but the light within is not so easily snuffed by sunset.

I am a dream of myself, who can see through the ghost that is the world. The ethers have flowed through me, and I am a fragrance pleasing to the winds; I have flowed myself like rivulets of gravity, which desire the depths, but are left open to the atmospheres, never to be home. Angels brush by. Halos glow in the twilight, and I am between the love and the wondering of love: half real, half swimming in imaginary solitudes. I can awake at any time. The rapid city glows against the starlit horizon, never to find itself, always below moons too selfish to tell which road I walk on. Where in dreaming have I ever looked down? For my feet do not exist, I a low-hanging cloud of thought. Mirrors have never captured me. I am a feather remembering flight.

This is the work of God: that hope does not die.

high in the frost where giants dwell, the sky was lost in snow
the rainbow bridge crossed the silver divide, sprinkled upon with stars
silence as deep as midnight, far above the dream of the machines

And I’m wondering if we just try and risk everything for love
How can we ever go wrong

– Bird York

Mordecai Ardon: Ein Karem

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How often we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but into the desired haven.

I have been lost in the dreaming for ages, emerging sometimes dripping of the primordial waters, the fountains of Old Eden. I have kept my sights on the horizon, to see if anything comes, or if what I know shall disappear over it, out of even dreaming’s gaze. I think there is fire in me that cannot be touched, so deep is its burning…. Beauty has always been with me, in the most unlikely places at times, if only I chose to look — that ask, and it shall be given you, this held for every equation that amounted to anything at all. ...to find that the distinction blurs: I bring this world into the dreaming, I bring shards of the dreaming into the world…. I have breathed of Heaven’s air, I am sure, paradise so distinct, awakening me from my other nine lives. And as the wheel turns, the silver city floods the light to all who would choose to look up, in awe of all that has always been there: seek, and you shall find.