03.18.07.2014
[size=200]I had a drink today; oh yes, what a drink it was all shimmering as a golden elixer of hope and adoration of a dream unfounded in centuries long dead by the grace of a late winter’s breeze to whisper so soon the lovely voice of a spring as yet so unremembered and then suddenly realized as if it were merely a memory one could only touch like the face of a loved one behind closed eyes. Have you seen the river today? You know, the one that empties into the sea of thought; and what a sea it is so deep where there memories and knowledge seem so far out of touch yet they are always there and so wide that to remember where one should be one need only to travel only knots of thought to finally find what they sought.
I had a drink today; oh yes what a drink it was from the sea of thought so clear and serene like an endless dream caught in a wind of pantothenic lucidity and unfound by the reapers of thought, or takers if you must call them, who wish only to blindside your efforts of travel from one end to the other by setting your boat upon an island that should not move; even under the threat of sinking below the rising tide of knowledge.
Faith is an island in a sea of thought.
Stay on your boat and think freely.[/size]