11.15pm
Thursday
10 February 2005

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you still laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.
The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.
And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.
The freest song comes not through bars and wires.

And if you would know God be not therefore a solver of riddles.
Rather look about you and you shall see him playing with your children.

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

The above was one of those books that you get into the bath with and then cannot leave the warm water until you've read every last word. It's been at least a few years since last that happened; the concluding hundred pages or so of Ender's Game held the same power over me. But, in contrast, this new book made me happy for the world, whereas Ender made me want to destroy humanity.

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How gorgeous is this?

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Click the pretty girls to see more Chicago pictures from Crunky B-Rock.

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Happy birthday to the dear sweet miss Bonnie.

(Yes, I built her a cake! Now I just gotta keep my fingers crossed, and maybe she'll say yes—inscribed in a heart, of course—and go to the dance with me.)

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