Sunday, September 11, 2005

Tear away the cobwebs !

The years of inaction and directionless meandering come back to me and attach their long sticky filaments to my person. The minutes, hours, days, weeks wasted in pointless dallying and sordid wallowing all shoot fine and persistent threads that effectively imprison my mind and consign it to an existence of shallowness and fear. They weave a stifling cocoon around my heart, deadening it, unable to feel, to be inspired, to fly. The cobwebs I've neglected too long, they hang in thick bundles and clinging curtains all around me, making movement impossible, turning every effort into further entanglement, completely shutting off the world, smothering me, burying me alive.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Inside out and Blank.

Smooth, gooey, tasteless and silent.

Pale Blue Dot

Pale Blue Dot
This is the famous Voyager photo of the earth. The small dot in streams of scattered starlight, artificially highlited so that it can be seen. Our insignificance is beyond our comprehension.