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If the Earth
were only a few feet in
diameter, floating a few feet above
a field somewhere, people would come
from everywhere to marvel at it. People would
walk around it marveling at its big pools of water,
its little pools and the water flowing between the pools.
People would marvel at the very thin layer of gas surrounding
it and the water suspended in the gas. The people would
marvel at all the creatures walking around the surface of the
ball, and at the creatures in the water.
The people would declare it as sacred because
it was the only one, and they would protect it so that it would not hurt. The ball would be the
greatest wonder known, and people would come to
pray to it, to be healed, to gain knowledge, to know
beauty and to wonder how it could be. People
would love it, and defend it with their lives
because they would somehow know that
their lives, their own roundness, could
be nothing without it. If the
Earth were only a few
feet in diameter.
-author unknown

change from time to time…
I consider this a necessary consequence of having an open mind.
This weblog is intended to provide a semi-permanent point in
time snapshot and manifestation of the various memes running
around my brain, and as such any thoughts and opinions expressed
within out-of-date posts may not the same, nor even similar,
to those I may hold today.

Dear Father,

Allow me to introduce myself. See, we've only met on a few occasions yet we share the same DNA. My name? Well, that's not important, just like it wasn't important to you to be in my life. I'd just thought that maybe, just maybe, you'd like to know a little about me.

I'm the product of your relationship with my mother. When you left, you left a little something behind and that something was me. A living, breathing, testament to the type of things you could produce.

I have to say, nice job. Traces of you I find within me. And you know what? They're not all bad.

I do have some questions for you. I guess the most typical, standard question is why did you leave? Was I not enough for you? Was I not important enough? I know you and my mother had quite a stormy existence but does that means I was to suffer as well? Perhaps I'm not made to know.

Anyway, I am your mirror, there's denying me. No...."let's go on Maury cause I ain't sure..." type situation. I am your picture, the core that is you.

I've grown into a fantastic woman. Just thought you should know. I'm doing pretty well out here in this big world. Sounds corny? I know, but I think I get that from you.

You didn't miss much, just a little thing called my life. I really did need you at times....for guidance, for strength, for love.

I never got the chance to be anybody's "Daddy's little girl." I would have like to know what meant. Can you tell me? I'll wait.

So, I guess that it. I'll keep on growing and we'll keep up this awkward silence. I'll pretend to mean it when I say I love you and you'll continue to feed me those pipe dreams. We'll keep this charade up until the end. I mean, this is how you wanted it.......right?

"Love,"

Your reflection...

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