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Your
story is unbelievable. Every time i read anything you've written, it
leaves me speechless. God, i wish the world would help me out a
little bit- i just started to get my life together and now i've lost
everything. At least the stars are still shining.. that's something at
least. Don't you just wish you could just spend your whole life
admiring how beautiful the universe is? Actually- i think you do.
Did you know that the northern lights is like music that you can't hear..? blue,
embracing the stars the sky
is dripping with
the music as it
strikes my skin it burns straight
to your soul can you
feel it? touch it? why
can't i write anymore? someone
show me what love is remind
me what beauty is lead me
to my tower kiss
the wilted flower and teach
me what
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http://www.oocities.org/sunriseinny4/SunriseEarlyEd_Feb16_02.html This is one possible edition of as romance story I have been
working on. I foresee three separate versions to accomodate my own
sense of where the story can go. To be perfectly honest, I myself cannot read this all the way
through. And I am actively pursuing a defense of its utterly bizarre style. Take care :-) Landon |
Hello, Pamela Lee Kuzenko
I'm going to give you a ring tonight. I
have been somewhat disoriented myself over the last month or two. I am pleased
to see that you are using your email account. I had thought you might have
abandoned this mode of communication entirely? *grin
I rented a movie about the northern
lights a few months back. And the Inuit believe just that, that they make music
no one can hear. Can you see the northern lights where you live?
I agree with you. If you can appreciate
all the beauty around you then nothing else really matters. That must be the
ideal, anyway.
Ha. You are speaking in riddles and rhymes again I see. One day I would surely like to know the whole psychology of things like the tower and the rose. One explanation might be that there is a vast frontier of knowledge to be gained about the nature of consciousness which, in a "modern" society of commerce and infotainment, gets relegated to the few individuals with both the intelligence and the passion to remember the undifferentiated song of the soul (which really, lets face it)is a metaphor for the appropriately valued self (for its beauty and its mystery and its eternity. Lets not forget that there was nothing really "metaphysical" or beyond experience for ancient peoples when it came to the self/soul. So truly I do believe that ts eliot was right on the cosmic money when he wrote that the at the end of our voyage of discovery we shall return to where we started and see it again for the first time (or something like that). This is of course, the sphere not just of science and not even just art but of shamanism, an art and a science for which insanity is really hypersanity.
Anyway, hope things aren't too bad for
you. I have been meaning to ring you recently and haven't because i was feeling
a bit befuddled myself. Please expect my call this evening or next at the latest.
Yours Truly,
Landon
ps. I am still planning on visiting
edmonton, most likely middle to end of march.