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GoldenMean
I just re-read your comment and I have butterflies all over again. I can feel your soul and I can tell that you really do care. I knew that though, the first time I found you! Your heart is immense... 
posted by
mysteria
on October 8, 2005 at 12:08 PM
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GoldenMean
Thou art among my greatestest muses Mr. GoldenMean. I know I was leaving someone important out.
So much like me..I am out to get myself I swear...!
I think you know exactly how I feel about you.
You inspire greatness. That fully ranks with me.
All Love,
mysteria
posted by
mysteria
on October 8, 2005 at 11:56 AM
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posted by
mysteria
on October 8, 2005 at 11:52 AM
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Please follow your heart to philosophy, Mysteria
This very moment, after reading your post, I am looking at an 8-track tape I bought ages ago. It is a reading of "The Prophet" by Richard Harris, complete with musical score composed by Arif Mardin. I listened to it long ago, and it inspired me as it has inspired you. Perhaps more, because the reading and the music were very moving. Unfortunately, my 8-track tape player ceased to function long ago, as well. Now I will try to find the same production in CD. I am off to search the internet.
You can't go wrong with Kahlil Gibran or Ayn Rand, or GoldenMean for that matter. Don't I rate a passing mention in your post about philosophy? No, that is not fair of me. I cannot hold a candle to the brilliant stars of Kahlil Gibran or Ayn Rand. Just keep those stars in your focus, and you will be fine.
As I have written elsewhere, philosophy is the lifeblood of humanity. But it flows unseen, unsung, and unwritten most of the time. Until a sharp wound is cut in the fiber of our lives, then it flows freely. When the wound heals, we forget about what really matters and get back to our TV and chocolate and nurse our old scars, like what your parents did to you and what my son did to me and my wife.
We must let the past really be the past, and muster our strength for the road ahead. Let yesterday die a final death with its sunset, and look forward to the sunrise of tomorrow, armed with all the lessons we have learned today.
posted by
GoldenMean
on October 7, 2005 at 9:59 PM
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MayB
You are absolutely right. I don't know why sometimes something someone tells me sways me so. I much prefer freedom, total freedom in my expression over the confines of proper construct.
posted by
mysteria
on October 7, 2005 at 11:07 AM
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Mysteria, the story ends where it ends, no need to go back to the start.
posted by
Azur
on October 7, 2005 at 12:12 AM
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