Can you see God?
This one time I...
Like really see God, and recognize him, and say hello and ask how they slept last night.
No.
Can you touch God?
I knew this person once...
I mean reach out and shake their hand and say you've always been a fan of their work, and admire their handshake.
No.
So there is no God.
But...
Can you see love?
Well...
I mean really see it. Like spot it across a busy street and wave like it's an old friend with your hat on.
No.
Can you touch love?
Uh...
Really touch it. Not like sex but can you pick it up and hold it in your hand and smile at it.
No.
So there is no love.
NO. That's not what I meant.
Well...
What do you call it, when you can't touch it and can't see it, but you know it's there? You trust it, you believe in it even when it fails you. We all know love is there. Even the worst cynics in the world think deep down there has to be someone out there. (Trust me. I know.) But we don't all think God is there.
Everyone says this, but I just realized there might be some truth to it.
What if they're both the same thing?
What if we're both the same thing?
What if we're all the same thing?
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
11:11
Why would I
Make a wish at 11:11
When in sixty seconds the magic minute will be gone?
What's the point of laughter
When at some point we'll have to stop?
When we say hello
You know soon we'll say goodbye.
When you shout and fight and throw that
Thunder word across the room
You feel like you're on top of the world
And then you're up at night
You want to cry and run across and take them all back
All back all back
Because someday it'll all be too late
No one will remember except the clouds
That are only passing by anyway.
Because summer's so nice
But it always has to end.
And at some point when you're telling me it's going to be okay
You'll have to let go
And we'll go face the music alone
It's all temporary
This respite that we call
Music love laughter sun
It won't last forever
You know.
And why would I wish for
It all to get better
When the magic minute is going to slip away like a drop of July
And I'll just be waiting waiting
For the next time to
Wish
And the things that are supposed to get me through the day
Their fleeting brightness
Just makes everything else a little more grey.
Make a wish at 11:11
When in sixty seconds the magic minute will be gone?
What's the point of laughter
When at some point we'll have to stop?
When we say hello
You know soon we'll say goodbye.
When you shout and fight and throw that
Thunder word across the room
You feel like you're on top of the world
And then you're up at night
You want to cry and run across and take them all back
All back all back
Because someday it'll all be too late
No one will remember except the clouds
That are only passing by anyway.
Because summer's so nice
But it always has to end.
And at some point when you're telling me it's going to be okay
You'll have to let go
And we'll go face the music alone
It's all temporary
This respite that we call
Music love laughter sun
It won't last forever
You know.
And why would I wish for
It all to get better
When the magic minute is going to slip away like a drop of July
And I'll just be waiting waiting
For the next time to
Wish
And the things that are supposed to get me through the day
Their fleeting brightness
Just makes everything else a little more grey.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
The Dreamer
I saw a dreamer in the sky once, hazel eyes a sharp contrast against the brilliant blue. There was only one cloud, a fleecy white rag that hovered above her head, and floated delicately in the breeze that ruffled the air. It looked as though it was nailed to the expanse of blue, as though it dangled in this hemisphere by only a wish and a bit of thread.
I knew she was a dreamer by the translucence of her skin--it was so clear, so pure, I could almost see the fantasies beneath it. A scroll of blue veins next to her temple pulsed thoughts, thoughts I could almost taste, they were so thick in the air. They seemed to roll out of her mind in great, invisible waves, keeping her afloat, away from the toils of the ground. On these billows she rested, although I could not see them--they were something you felt, something that didn't require eyes.
The dreamer was lazy, her lips curved in something that was too effortless to be a smile. I knew without trying that my lips would not do the same thing if I tried. The sun that I could not see caught the gold flecks in those hazel eyes and brought them dancing forward. Her lids opened fractionally, and the kaleidoscope golden eyes sparkled. The cloud was buffeted to the west and swung on its invisible thread. In the back of my mind, I thought that it must have been a truly great dream, to be strong enough to move that cloud.
I looked back at the dreamer, and her open eyes glimmered. She knew something I didn't.
I knew she was a dreamer by the translucence of her skin--it was so clear, so pure, I could almost see the fantasies beneath it. A scroll of blue veins next to her temple pulsed thoughts, thoughts I could almost taste, they were so thick in the air. They seemed to roll out of her mind in great, invisible waves, keeping her afloat, away from the toils of the ground. On these billows she rested, although I could not see them--they were something you felt, something that didn't require eyes.
The dreamer was lazy, her lips curved in something that was too effortless to be a smile. I knew without trying that my lips would not do the same thing if I tried. The sun that I could not see caught the gold flecks in those hazel eyes and brought them dancing forward. Her lids opened fractionally, and the kaleidoscope golden eyes sparkled. The cloud was buffeted to the west and swung on its invisible thread. In the back of my mind, I thought that it must have been a truly great dream, to be strong enough to move that cloud.
I looked back at the dreamer, and her open eyes glimmered. She knew something I didn't.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Awmmmmm.
We are gathered here today to welcome this new Awm into the world....
He shall now become a member of this most honourable society of Awms.
He shalt carry on the Awm legacy proudly and with great.... Awm-ness.
And he shall pass this most honourable position down through the progeny of his peers...
And he shall never eat kiwifruit, for it is sacrilege.
Nor have an abnormal passion for iguanas, because he shalt know that penguins are da bomb.
And he shalt procreate with these penguins, yea, and he shalt create a superrace, known to all as the prenguins, and they shalt become the downfall of the iguana civilization, and shalt rule the earth. Meekly.
And then his prenguins, and they shalt become as one with the iguanas, so that the Earth may not be destroyed by their meek warfare.
Amen, and they shalt have glorious tea parties, and play croquet on the lawn, and yea, they shalt have spines.
And with their spines and at their tea parties, they shalt realize the most glorious of all items, that they might have: the toast points.
Yea, and they shalt feast, and yea, the good Lord shalt provide for them with infinite numbers of toast points, for He is good.
And the race of Awms that shalt from then on be known as the prenguins, and also as the Iguanguins, will also discover the joy and happiness that is provided by the Great Lord in the Sky, who's name shalt go unmentioned, other than to call Him, Larry.
Yea, and this shall be a sign unto them, and the great, Unnamed Larry, in His great goodness, shalt provide, and yea, He shalt show them, by a light in the sky, the home of the race's fosterchild, the sloth."
And from this glimpse back into the future, yea, they shalt realize their true purpose on Earth, relating to their relatives, the sloth. And the Great Unnamed Larry shalt say unto them...
'Yea, go forth, my children, and do my bidding, and honor my name and thy uncle Joe, and make lasagna.'
And they shalt make such wonderous lasagna, that it shalt call forth from the Great Place Up There, a great and glorious being, who shalt be known as thy bestie, Charlie. And they shalt be so impressed by Charlie, that they make him many-fold of lasagna.
Yea, and the good Lord Larry be praised, they shalt create such a wholesome and good lasagna that it shalt make the fur on their chests grow to such stuff as is only found in the most luxurious sloths, and they shalt create from it a magical cloak in in it envelop Charlie.
And Charlie shalt see what glorious creatures these be, and he shalt give them their own land, as to make such glorious hybrid babies as have ever been seen. And to their offspring they shalt feed much of thy lasagna. And Charlie shalt call this cloak, his cloak of Invisibility.
Yea, and these offspring shalt frolic in this land of Lasagna, and Charlie shalt benevolently offer them shreds of his old jackets, and on these they shalt kneel, pray and supplicate to Larry for more marinara sauce.
NB: Credit for this post goes in part to Emma, who ingeniously thought up half the tale. Many thanks!
He shall now become a member of this most honourable society of Awms.
He shalt carry on the Awm legacy proudly and with great.... Awm-ness.
And he shall pass this most honourable position down through the progeny of his peers...
And he shall never eat kiwifruit, for it is sacrilege.
Nor have an abnormal passion for iguanas, because he shalt know that penguins are da bomb.
And he shalt procreate with these penguins, yea, and he shalt create a superrace, known to all as the prenguins, and they shalt become the downfall of the iguana civilization, and shalt rule the earth. Meekly.
And then his prenguins, and they shalt become as one with the iguanas, so that the Earth may not be destroyed by their meek warfare.
Amen, and they shalt have glorious tea parties, and play croquet on the lawn, and yea, they shalt have spines.
And with their spines and at their tea parties, they shalt realize the most glorious of all items, that they might have: the toast points.
Yea, and they shalt feast, and yea, the good Lord shalt provide for them with infinite numbers of toast points, for He is good.
And the race of Awms that shalt from then on be known as the prenguins, and also as the Iguanguins, will also discover the joy and happiness that is provided by the Great Lord in the Sky, who's name shalt go unmentioned, other than to call Him, Larry.
Yea, and this shall be a sign unto them, and the great, Unnamed Larry, in His great goodness, shalt provide, and yea, He shalt show them, by a light in the sky, the home of the race's fosterchild, the sloth."
And from this glimpse back into the future, yea, they shalt realize their true purpose on Earth, relating to their relatives, the sloth. And the Great Unnamed Larry shalt say unto them...
'Yea, go forth, my children, and do my bidding, and honor my name and thy uncle Joe, and make lasagna.'
And they shalt make such wonderous lasagna, that it shalt call forth from the Great Place Up There, a great and glorious being, who shalt be known as thy bestie, Charlie. And they shalt be so impressed by Charlie, that they make him many-fold of lasagna.
Yea, and the good Lord Larry be praised, they shalt create such a wholesome and good lasagna that it shalt make the fur on their chests grow to such stuff as is only found in the most luxurious sloths, and they shalt create from it a magical cloak in in it envelop Charlie.
And Charlie shalt see what glorious creatures these be, and he shalt give them their own land, as to make such glorious hybrid babies as have ever been seen. And to their offspring they shalt feed much of thy lasagna. And Charlie shalt call this cloak, his cloak of Invisibility.
Yea, and these offspring shalt frolic in this land of Lasagna, and Charlie shalt benevolently offer them shreds of his old jackets, and on these they shalt kneel, pray and supplicate to Larry for more marinara sauce.
NB: Credit for this post goes in part to Emma, who ingeniously thought up half the tale. Many thanks!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
A Thought
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
--Nicole Krauss
That pretty much says it all.
--Nicole Krauss
That pretty much says it all.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Right...
When there was nothing
There had to have been something
Otherwise there would have been
No nothing to be nothing
Right?
When there was something
There had to have been nothing
So the something would feel
Like it was something
Right?
When there was me
There had to be a you
Or I wouldn't have felt
Like I was anything at all
Right?
I'm all right now.
There had to have been something
Otherwise there would have been
No nothing to be nothing
Right?
When there was something
There had to have been nothing
So the something would feel
Like it was something
Right?
When there was me
There had to be a you
Or I wouldn't have felt
Like I was anything at all
Right?
I'm all right now.
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