Dec 25, 2004 21:46
You start off thinking about the way things are.
Next, you think about how things may be.
Before you know it, you start making things be what you think.
I stop thinking in order to find truth. I think I lost it somewhere in my unilluminated shallows.
I would still be blind to the world if not for the light that sprang from my heart one day when I made lunch.