We borrow from the times and we weave new patterns that signify our time now. The fabric may be the same, but the salt content of each design is dramatically less. This is significant because without the necessary heart that goes into real creation there is a lack of meaning even in its usefullness. Our time now is significant in many ways; the difference is our pulse is weaker now than at any other time and it is only going to get worse. This is not anyone's fault in particular. It is the result of itself.
New times are coming with no fabric from which to load and retrieve from little boxes and bags. No examples can be followed or referred to in the coming times of discontent. But there will be one emerging presence. Through him all good things will be coming even though the process was set in motion long ago by very different people. Timing is everything someone said, and we will see just how true those words come to be in the not too distant future.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
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ok, now you're scaring me... (smile)
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