A Mischief Of Magpies

If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

whas' up apollo ?!?!




Most of the time, perception is erroneous.

Only under the most perfect of situations do I think undertanding, true perception, is possible.

For this to occur, I need to see you in the flesh, look in to your eyes, and listen to the answers to my questions. Even this is tricky.

Rarely do people sit face to face.




Eyes closed is the only way I can communicate with my body, listening. My body has a language of it's own to communicate with the rational, writing, part that refuses to believe it doesn't exist.

To guess what is going on is to worry, to decide not to perceive anything, unless you will it, is true magic.

If I had more time, I'd wrap this thought in a pretty story.