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30 Apr 08

Daydreaming Touch
 
 
The concentration of assemblies that think externally about the sleeping lake hills has always been high, but that morning the brook candies floated unattended, free from any remote thoughts heading their way.
 
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29 Apr 08

Complacent
 
 
What happens when you get too comfortable? You fall asleep.
 
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31 Mar 08

Journey To White Light
 
 
After the rainbow decided to forget itself, people stood around to see what would happen to its colors.
 
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30 Mar 08

Continuum

 

Rain finds out, after
worrying about Saturday,
that it is introduced to Sunday.
 
So many choices go into the inevitable.
 
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29 Feb 08

Renewals

I am consistently buoyed by the notion that the world gives us (at least) five to ten billion meals a day, and has done so unabated for centuries past for centuries to come.

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28 Feb 08

Seeping Out

When that fire touched me, I was frantic in achieving what I could before it cooled.

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31 Jan 08

Transparent

 

A: My faucet was leaking. So I put a bucket underneath it. Funny thing is, at the rate of one drop at a time, the bucket never overflowed.

B: How is it that possible?

A: I'm not really sure, but when I woke up in the morning, the bucket had long been full, and there was only a couple of drops - if any at all - of water on the floor.

B: I guess it only overflows if you put too much in at once.

A: Yes. Which got me thinking, what if the bucket is like my brain, and the water is the amount of knowledge in it?

B: Hmm. So does the filled-but-never-overflowing bucket represents the fact that once you reach the apex of your knowledge, you can't go any higher? Or does it signifies that the expansion of the brain and influx of knowledge is limitless, as long as you add things one drop at a time?

A: It is both of those things.

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30 Jan 08

Passing Through

 

 

I speak and this air around me listens, all of it except for the air that is surrounding me right now.
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27 Dec 07

Pointless Disgust & Disbelief

He shook his head "no" as the train became overcrowded.
She shook her head "no" as the train broke down.
I shook my head "no" at whatever made them shake their heads in the first place.

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26 Dec 07

A Small Vision

I can't ever remember an emotional base touching me and reducing me to a liquid and smoldering sunshine. Now it's looking at me, and I am nothing to grab.
 
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Blank Start is a journal of random and poignant ruminations. It is written with little audience in mind and few words to spare.
 
All text, photos, music © 2004-2008: Michael F Gill
 
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