"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."
Walt Whitman (1819-92)
"When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break."
Akhenaton (d. c.1354 BC)
And now, the current weather, from some random person we pulled off the street:
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
pro-logue Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English prolog, from Middle French prologue, from Latin prologus preface to a play, from Greek prologos part of a Greek play preceding the entry of the chorus, from pro- before + legein to speak -- more at PRO-, LEGEND
1 : the preface or introduction to a literary work
2 a : a speech often in verse addressed to the audience by an actor at the beginning of a play b : the actor speaking such a prologue
3 : an introductory or preceding event or development
4 : This post
On looking back at times long past
And remembering both song, and note
Played impromptu with confident hands
fueled by fear, or love, or hope
I see that there is verse undone
And scenes to show that lay in shade
places where no one has ever trod,
Yet some closure still must be made
To quiet ghosts of unshed tears,
Dark spectres haunting evening's fall
With paint brush shadow and tinting gray,
Till heart's embrace will release all.
Betrayal there is, and love's embers too,
There's gentlemen, songs, wine and beer
All of a price, too dear to be paid?
Each nevertheless a step to get here.
In the corners darker things lurk.
Heartbreak compounded, lives driven under
By deceit and envy, by illicit mind
to things even worse, to dying and murder.
Yet even with this, this dark road I'll show,
There's light at the end, brilliant light even
Covering all, the length of this path
Beginning to end, rooted in Heaven.
Cry if you will, laugh if it's funny,
Join me as we continue our journey.
(In looking at what I've written so far, I've noticed some big chunks of my life that I never covered, some really important ones. So, I'm going to cover them. Be forewarned.)
There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man.