Wednesday, May 25, 2005
5 albums to take with me if i had to stay on a deserted island for a week:
1)Athlete - Tourist
2)Sarah McLachlan - Surfacing
3)Damian Rice - O
4)Wallflowers - Breach
5)Tori Amos - From The Choirgirl Hotel
There's a fly/bee thing buzzing around the inside of my light. I have no idea how it got in because it certainly can't find its way out now. I wonder what it would be light to die in an explosion of brightness and brilliance. It has been said that the last thing humans see before they die is a tunnel filled with light, going on forever. Some argue that this confirms the existance of a heaven towards which we speed our way in the final moments of our lives. To the more cynical others it is merely the expression of the brain's final attempt to shield our cowardly selves from the horror of non-existance.
God give me the grace to believe the former. Dear Lord I seem to have lost the ability to have faith in what i cannot see. Sometimes it seems I'm losing faith in myself, or rather, in the person I used to be. Because I've somehow, imperceptibly to most, changed and I'm losing sight of what I once was.
To hell with
change is the only constant
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