We uphold the absurd truth. We strengthen our body through exercise. We value the ritual of creation, and we respect self-expression. There is no gain, we suffer and love. Full of meaning, of nothing. Baked mundane by wonder, momentary joy. Life is on poetry support.

Thursday, September 15, 2011. Paul Gauguin, January - February 1903. Take me to the graying place that fills the hole. And light, she enters but could never shine as bright as. Lead that poisons in your throat. And lives within the paint of your sky. Cry the tears, which never seem to fall. But I instead see your voice.

Musings that drift from the desktop out into the ether. Wednesday, June 29, 2011. Eva Leola Stallcop Herzog Rotzler. Eva Rotzler passed away peacefully on April 19, 2011. She was four days shy of her 101st birthday. With so many to tend. Spread out a lap wide enough for all to share. Yet still attend as if we were her only child. Watched when we erred with our choices. With a softness that never judged. Like a hen setting on her chick.

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