What hope is this that brings no joy to the heart?
What longing is this that devours possibility and spits out its bones for fortune tellers to roll around in their bowls while they spew forth the imagined so that it may become reality?
Who knows me if I do not?
Who stands up for me when I can not?
Who holds my hand when mine is not enough?
Why should I live on the creation and memory of moments to satisfy needs that are not met?
These are the tools of a child, now tools of man and woman... tools utilized so, maybe for a moment, she can once again know what it is like for him to brush her hair and kiss her on the forehead before sleep, or so, he may know what it is like to want to brush her hair and kiss her on the forehead before curling up with her in his arms.
What love is this that brings such hope that even after it is gone it still lives?
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Ducks and Free Stuff
Two (of many) cool things in the land of MSU- ducks and free stuff.
Free stuff first: There is a little wooden shelf area in the entry way of my apartment complex. It is meant to house the campus newspaper but often houses other objects. Most frequently it is a trash receptacle for junk mail and unwanted crap out of people's cars. However, when people move out it becomes the location for unwanted free stuff. So far I have seen...
an old dot matrix printer, cast iron candle holder, rolls of socks, some magazines, a funky Hawaiian poster (I was tempted to take that one), and some old ski boots
One of the reasons I did not take the poster is because I thought- is this really free stuff or is this part of the Geo game where you use GPS and GIS to locate certain places and take what is there but leave something for the next explorer? But- who would leave rolled up socks?
As for the ducks- they are an avenue into the mushy part of me. There is a whole flock of them that live by the pond on campus. What gets me is that there are two of them that wander around campus together. They are a couple who don't always stick with the rest of the crew. I have found them sleeping together near a sculpture by the art building. I cam across them walking on the sidewalk towards the main part of campus, hanging out by a little bridge... always together.
Everytime I see them I think of companionship that I have known. I look at them and think about how simplistic devotion can actually be if we would only let it.
Free stuff first: There is a little wooden shelf area in the entry way of my apartment complex. It is meant to house the campus newspaper but often houses other objects. Most frequently it is a trash receptacle for junk mail and unwanted crap out of people's cars. However, when people move out it becomes the location for unwanted free stuff. So far I have seen...
an old dot matrix printer, cast iron candle holder, rolls of socks, some magazines, a funky Hawaiian poster (I was tempted to take that one), and some old ski boots
One of the reasons I did not take the poster is because I thought- is this really free stuff or is this part of the Geo game where you use GPS and GIS to locate certain places and take what is there but leave something for the next explorer? But- who would leave rolled up socks?
As for the ducks- they are an avenue into the mushy part of me. There is a whole flock of them that live by the pond on campus. What gets me is that there are two of them that wander around campus together. They are a couple who don't always stick with the rest of the crew. I have found them sleeping together near a sculpture by the art building. I cam across them walking on the sidewalk towards the main part of campus, hanging out by a little bridge... always together.
Everytime I see them I think of companionship that I have known. I look at them and think about how simplistic devotion can actually be if we would only let it.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Duality of Soul?
I just read "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" for a philosophy and religion course. I read it along time ago (in grade school perhaps) and it has done me good to read it in my current state of mind.
Which brings me to ask- do you believe we house good and evil? Do we have a dual nature? Are we merely societal constructs? Is soul a fabrication? Is the body? Is any of this real? Or is it all an illusion?
Which brings me to ask- do you believe we house good and evil? Do we have a dual nature? Are we merely societal constructs? Is soul a fabrication? Is the body? Is any of this real? Or is it all an illusion?
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