November 27, 2005

Understanding stolen time, and perhaps too slow replies. Too long a delay in seeking rightness can create a colder "hell" than any possible immediate posting. And yet, and yet ...

And yet, tides flow out ... but tides also flow in. I exist in borrowed space, rented against the goodwill of those who see fit to allow my writings to hold a brief Internet gasp of life; a place which complements, without attempting to replace, the face-to-face world. (On the Internet, words are the sum of our actions and our existence.) Perhaps this blog may be still searching out its footing, seeking its unique individual identity -- but which of us does not?

Such is life. To create is to release a hope into the world -- but hope can only ever live amid freedom, and honesty.

Dreams are real.

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