Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches.
Cool to warm.
So is the progression from childhood to old age.
Showing posts with label young. Show all posts
Showing posts with label young. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Thursday, December 23, 2010
The Compass Rose
The compass rose is nothing but a star with an infinite number of rays pointing in all directions.
It is the one true and perfect symbol of the universe.
And it is the one most accurate symbol of you.
Spread your arms in an embrace, throw your head back, and prepare to receive and send coordinates of being. For, at last you know—you are the navigator, the captain, and the ship.
It is the one true and perfect symbol of the universe.
And it is the one most accurate symbol of you.
Spread your arms in an embrace, throw your head back, and prepare to receive and send coordinates of being. For, at last you know—you are the navigator, the captain, and the ship.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Authorization
Respect the young and chastise your elders.
It’s about time the world was set aright.
It’s about time the world was set aright.
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