"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, April 19, 2005
Back to the Old Home Place
Cliff walks in, clearing cobwebs from the door to the blog, and beckons you inside. As you walk in, he opens the windows, letting the musty and tired air out, and letting the fresh Spring air in. The room is filled with furniture covered with sheets. He takes a deep breath.
"Ah, so much better. It's been a while. Feels good to be back."
He turns and faces you with a grin and a sparkle in his eye, and you notice the rucksack he's carrying. He sees you looking at it, and grins wider.
"Yeah, you're right. I've filled it up with stories, and I'll pull 'em out one by one. I think you'll like 'em. Had another sack a couple of weeks ago, and the darn Internet ate it, so I had to go refill it."
He drops the rucksack beside a desk, and when he pulls aside the sheet, you see a computer sitting there. He then walks around, pulling sheets from various pieces of furniture as he talks.
"You see, I hated to leave so suddenly, but I had to. Sometimes life lets us tell our stories, sometimes it makes us live them. The living, well, sometimes it takes all the time you have. It wasn't that I didn't miss you, ya know. I did."
He pauses, and you can tell by his eyes that he's speaking from the heart. He flips a switch, and above the computer a neon name appears. It reads "Cliff Between the Lines." The computer starts to warm up, counting its memory and testing its hard drives. Cliff reaches out and touches it, placing his hand on the side of the monitor in an almost romantic way. After a moment of reflection, he spins to face you again.
"Well! I guess now's as good a time as any! You're ready, right?"
Ready, you think? Ready for what? He motions you to sit on an overstuffed leather couch facing a blank wall, and proudly stands with his hand on one of those throw switches with the handle on top that you engage to light up...well, big things. He throws the switch.
"Ta da! Now you can see what I've been doing the last few weeks!"
The wall vanishes like it was never there at all. Instead. now you see a storefront, with one of those old timey striped awnings and great big windows. Inside you can see all sorts of stuff, from figurines to decor to, well, lots of stuff! There is a sign hanging in front. It says "Wow! Great Stuff!" Cliff grins with pride.
"Cool name, huh? Catchy!"
You want to walk in, but you know there is only one way to do that...by clicking the link...
(Sheesh, what a shameless plug! Anyways, now that I've got most of the nuts and bolts done, I'll be here more often! - Cliff)
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