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rm_Gentleman009 52M
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5/28/2006 8:47 am

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Sunday morning blogging. It's something I haven't indulged in for some time. The solitude and connection of pushing thoughts through the lense of language is a challenge, a discipline that helps reconnect to myself.

reading T.S. Eliot -
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

People rise and fall like waves or sand-dunes or flames around me. I reconnected with a friend that I haven't seen in some time last night. Whole segments of ideas and thoughts emerging from the shadows where they had been since the last time we met. I find that human connection, the kind where one's mind is activated at many levels, survives time and distance. Those moments are what make us whole.

It's a thing that I cherish, having had friends all over the world; friends with whom each moment of time is precious. I notice that in the brief moments we share, the intensity of connection is wonderful, complex and cherished as we all know at some level that it is fleeting and quite possibly the last. Like wonderful food, good wine, great sex - the brief flame that we are in the world can warm the hands and hearts of those we share it with, or can burn in the cold air, only to dissappear without effect.

As Dylan Thomas wrote -
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

BadAssBlonde1 56F
4989 posts
6/13/2006 1:59 pm


I consider you a Dear Friend and enjoyed this immensely.

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Lady Hunter / BAB {=}

After all the sex is gone, there is the mind - Lady Hunter / BAB

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