Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
An Island of Sand
The sky was filled with millions of stars. A young boy tugs at his grandpa's shoulder.
"With so many stars, what happens when one goes out? Would anyone notice?"
And the grandfather answered:
"No."
"But the universe becomes a little colder.
"And a little less bright."
"With so many stars, what happens when one goes out? Would anyone notice?"
And the grandfather answered:
"No."
"But the universe becomes a little colder.
"And a little less bright."
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
"insert non-sequitur here"
Can't tell if I'm conforming to unusualness. Sometimes it seems better to be boring. But when you wear a mask too long, it becomes your face.
Facebook is an annoying place to put musings. Twitter seems potentially worse. To pen ones thoughts out to the world in a place where no one would normally look. Why does that seem more appealing? Elistism? Pseudo-secrecy? Fear of feedback? Sigh...
Facebook is an annoying place to put musings. Twitter seems potentially worse. To pen ones thoughts out to the world in a place where no one would normally look. Why does that seem more appealing? Elistism? Pseudo-secrecy? Fear of feedback? Sigh...