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Sometimes at night I part the curtains and stare at the leaden clouds as they rumble across the dark sky….and the sound they make is How To Disappear Completely. For a few blessed yet fleeting seconds, I think I might know something, or realize something or somehow be closer to earth and God and the human soul, but I am afraid. In the same way that I have an uneasy feeling in parks and when I look at the grass and the creatures it houses therein. Perhaps my fear is that I am so apart that I will be looking from the outside at even this oldest and most inherent part of existence.

~ by tenmiles on February 26, 2005.