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adieu

so long, farewell...

friends, it's been lovely while it lasted, but i am not cut out for this blogging world. it just doesn't sit right, right now; i cannot melt into being present on this technological medium.

so i am bowing out.

e-mail me anytime: i'm not completely detaching myself from the cyberworld. and i will still visit yours, your words, every now and again. it's just not for me.

thank you for your time, for your words.

in memoriam

a aneliese et micheal
qui sont morts dans un feu a trosly-breuil, france
dimanche le 6 mars, 2005.

re-orientation

"The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.

"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied."

Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."

"But...was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.

"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."

-Paulo Coelho "The Alchemist"