::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Thursday, March 29, 2012

When I was a child (and hell, even nowadays) my parents would sing to us. . 

Love, Love, 
Growin like a wild thing, 
Growin like a sapling, 
making my heart sing!

Love, Love, 
Growin up strong, 
Help me along as I sing this song!

I think I'm starting to get it.