02 September 2007 Sunday

time is a canvas...

Time without action is empty space / vacuum.
Time is a canvas.
Context matters.
Intent trumps result but intent without action,
like knowledge without action
is an unread, unwritten book,
the sound a falling tree makes
when there’s no one to hear it.
“Wisdom is knowledge applied.”

I still don’t know why we cry.
But it’s the things we cry for,
and the feelings that accompany the tears..
and our capacity of recognizing and feeling those things that might invoke tears
The darker the black, the starker the white
How did September come upon me so quickly?
Here I am, and September, again.
September 1st.. I cried nearly all day. Washing away?