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Author Name: TrialAnn 3 Comments
Date Added: May 31, 2004 19:05:26 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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In the beginning, there was all the time in the world. That sounds a bit odd doesnít it? So much to say, so much to write, so whatís the hurry? The color of the mountains at sunrise, just as the sun streaks across the top is almost like the softness of childís cheek as it slumbers. The feeling is as breathtaking, the image as satisfying. Humanness requires that we put our thoughts to the page, it would seem. Someone got the bright idea of pulling that piece of charcoal out of the fire and explaining the big hunt somehow. The foot or hand of clay wasnít the symbolic hesitation in life, rather it was the closest thing to leaving a footprint or span of the hand on the cave wall and verifying lifeís existence. Suddenly one line meant something and a circle, something else and it was Words 1, Simplicity O. Things never got easier after that.

Then there was a way for the marks to mean the childís softness and the break of day and we all jumped onboard, to find the common threads that we could all revel deep within and feel a sense of loss when we were without. Now we scramble to find the essence of a thought, describe the image with a detail that is all encompassing and it would seem now that there is not enough time in the world to do it all. We cry over writerís block and feel a deep sense of boredom when we canít find the creativity to make a ripple in the pool of thought that makes us satisfied at the end of it all. Creating the words is the contrasting sides of the world and we love it, we hate it, we eat it for breakfast and wallow in it as we dream. We have it now and we have all the time in the world to use it. May our wisdom of a million years prove our gift was well worth the lines we have constructed.

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Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on June 2, 2004 06:28:44 PM Report
"Verifying life's existence" That's the whole point,isn't it?
The 1 and the 0..Computer talk for "Is"-"Is Not"Everything boils down to those two concepts...
You never told me you were SMART,Ann!!..len
Comment By: Freeerma todd on June 1, 2004 06:33:23 PM Report
Wow that was so deep I feel like I'm in a hole I love those words. May our wisdom of a million years,prove our gift was well worth the lines we have constructed....Greatness yes it is..Erma you captured it
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on May 31, 2004 11:21:31 PM Report


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