silent long enough

zd reserve cab

...stops the table...sense of taste consumes them...and that look of 'absolutely wonderful' across their faces.

idan raichel

spent the weekend listening to idan raichel.
the message of merging
or an emergence.
of timing
and blueprints
of things we take for granted.

one song, but more...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0PWukxRV8U

presence of both

i listened to a voice
she spoke of her joy.
her face, that look,
people write books about it
make movies
about such things

and if her voice grants such peace,
when speaking of her joy,
the love of her life.
what then, what then would one feel
to be in the presence of both?

i saw not them
but in my childhood
i saw it once.
a memory on replay often.
my thought, "that is love."

i could, if i could,
paint a picture of the rabbi
and his wife
their gentleness, their peace
and what it was to be in the presence of both.

place and time

so strange to finally feel this emotion and yet. and yet.
there will only be silence now.
the truest form of my existence.

so few understand this.

some day, it's possible
the one who understands this quietude
will too, feel, what i feel for them.

some day.

how...

how we learn to breathe

some of us never do,
not with the reality we're presented with.

we have never learnt, no matter how old,
that there is a freedom in the things that are as they are.

no interpretation, no misconstruction,
that thing, including people, are just what they are.

it will never

she said, "it will never stop raining" while the sun was shining

eye-to-eye, she quizzed, "how many of those do you see?"
i asked, "what's the biggest number?"

she stood slowly, "there are no two alike but they're just the same."

and the distance grew between us as she wandered the beach

and i

pondered how each grain of sand was just the same.

poison

i'm sure it is.

but.

wonder bread is really good.

parking lots

"...you can't sleep in my parking lot."
fuzzy.
"miss, you can't sleep here. you can't sleep in my parking lot."

that makes perfect sense. people shouldn't sleep in parking lots.
but he's talking to me.
i'm tired.

defective wiring
parking lots
lifes adventures.

Book of Lights

"Indeed? Your reticence conceals much. And his exuberance conceals much. I think, if you will excuse me, that reticence and exuberance are often splendid soil for talk that is in essence silence."

a book for the pensive ones.

mysteries

i wish i knew how to write a mystery. there are some who can do this. and do it well.

the clever ones can weave a path.

others able to play catch-up and be ahead in the end.

some just enjoy reading and want the surprise to be a surprise.

a few fear the end.

the great majority don't care that they exist.


i've forgotten why i'm writing about mysteries.

the book in my hands is on architecture.

architecture of the soul.


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"Howard Roark laughed."

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“I often think that he’s the only one of us who’s achieved immortality. I don’t mean in the sense of fame and I don’t mean that he won’t die some day. But he’s living it. I think he is what the conception really means. You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict–and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unrevered or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment? But Howard–one can imagine him existing forever.”

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“Why have you been staring at me ever since we met? Because I’m not the Gail Wynand you’d heard about. You see, I love you. And love is exception-making. If you were in love you’d want to be broken, trampled, ordered, dominated, because that’s the impossible, in the inconceivable for you in your relations with people. That would be the one gift, the great exception you’d want to offer the man you loved. But it wouldn’t be easy for you.”

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stars

"did you do this?"
"uhm"
laughter.
"you smiled?"
"yeah, thank you."

...if i visit your home
don't be surprised
when you're ready to rest your eyes
if you see stars glowing in the dark.

Movies

Legend of 1900

Listen to it.

Slow going in the beginning.

Watch it.


Avatar

Visual is amazing.

See it.