This book is gifted a lot this time of year, and I honestly love it. The words are so whimsical and inspiring, yet tap a particular strain of truth. I know its blind popularity is about as annoying as the fact this was done at Burning Man, however, I think of this video frequently during the graduation time of year. And this year, it really made me think of you. I look forward to living the words of this book alongside you for quite some time to come.
They say eyes are the window to the soul. While I don't necessarily disagree, I find this discernment somewhat underwhelming. I have not always thought this, however. For a considerable time, I understood eyes through their functionalism - they are the very organ used by one to visualize, and thus interpret, their world. Rather than a window to the soul for me , they were a window to the world for you . As time went on, things changed. I looked into the eyes of those close to me. Deeper Deeper Deeper I fell in love, I continued looking. Deeper Deeper Deeper Then, You. One day I looked into a set of eyes and was met with something I could never have imagined. It wasn't anything I could see. It wasn't the hues of greenish...
I'm excited to be by your side, holding you're hand, and watching with you as the sky of whatever city we're in is lit ablaze by the annual practice of pernicious patriotism.
9/11/1974, Alexandra Palace As I was walkin' down Grosvenor Square, Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, From the other direction she was calling my eye, Could be an illusion but I might as well try, might as well try. She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes, And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. In the heat of the evening when the dealin' got rough, She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. As I picked up my matches and was closin' the door, I had one of those flashes, I'd been there before, been there before. Well I ain't often right but I've never been wrong, Seldom turns out the way it does in the song. Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right. Well there ain't nothin' wrong with the way she moves, All scarlet begonias or a...
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