without further ado...
Well, the best place to find out more about me is definitely myspace.com, for which there's a link below.  There are pic's, blogs, and all sorts of information about me there.  Idealist.org is a center for non-profit organizations. UUCW is just what it says.  George is an awesome tattoo artist who did the two tattoos in the pics on this page.  AIDS Resource Center of Wisconsin is a non-profit organization that offers food, clothing, housing...  whatever is needed, to those suffering with this terribly destructive disease.  Artistic photos is just what it says.  Coastergallery.com has awesome artistic photos of coasters from around the world.  Kennywood is simply my home-town, and favourite, amusement park.  Finally... the music page, the Asian page,  Halloween page, song page, and the mystery page are all personal pages.  So...  feel free.  : )

" I am neither Christian, nor Jewish, nor Muslim.  Doing away with duality, I saw the two worlds as one.  I seek One; I know One; I see One; and I call One.

--Rumi, "The Life and Thought"
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My Favorite Links:
MySpace.com/hobbes1975
Idealist.org
Unitarian Universalist Church West
George, at koolfooltattoo.com
AIDS Resource Center of Wisconsin
My Artistic Photos on Yahoo
CoasterGallery.com
Kennywood !
Hobbes' Music Page
Hobbes' Asian Page
Halloween Deadication Page
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Hobbes' Songs
Mystery Page
Go here to reach me...
Name:
Robert {Hobbes} Deutsch, Jr.
Email: Hobbes19751@msn.com
As a man in the arms of his beloved is not aware of what is without and what is within, so a person in union with the Self is neither aware of what is without and what is within, for in that unitive state all desires find their perfect fulfillment.  There is no other desire that needs to be fulfilled, and one goes beyond sorrow."

-Brihadaranyaka Upanishad



"nearness"
      --Hobbes

Lavender silence rises from a light breeze
that comes from skies unknown,
making sure that the sullen seas
crash on beaches in white and foam,
below a body of great importance.

A jet has a gap between itself and its trail
marked by a slight clearness.
My mind does the same, leaving a white tale,
but no ties to a plan or nearness...
or to me, or any ill romance.

Some say we are free:  you, I, and the jet.
Some know that we haven't a home.
Were an artist or dreamer to come, I can bet
they would welcome us within this unknown.
Together, we could begin the slow dance...

That then we could bid the world ado;
we'd return to where there was we:  me and you.
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