Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Consider: What if we say self destruction has no place in the world. What if we replace it with creation expressed as the tension of pain and pleasure expressed to open our doors without closing them. We can do it. We can begin at some unknown end and find our way outside to where the snow drifts dry on the dark obsidian granite. No ice forms. Water subliminates as does pain and pleasure racing head long into the other.