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Monthly Archives: February 2003

moondog returns this night.

i hear the master speak and raise the sun;
in the rhythm of the drum, i feel the world made whole.
i hear the women sing and call down the moon;
at the feet of the goddess, i can see eternity.

sometimes there are no words, and we can only sigh happily.

if there is a higher love than the embrace of truth and wonder, i have yet to find it.

“It matters not whether the story is true, because all autobiographies are fictional, made up out of that continuous subconscious rewriting process by which we make ourselves blameless and heroic.”
- Roger Ebert

mir, 2000

“There is a place we all know, no less, which we will never reach, and there is a place that tends to be forgotten, where we always are.”
- William Gibson