A Two Types Of People Moment

Let’s all imagine ourselves in say, Grade 5, playing Baseball. Some of us are pitching and catching, running and yelling and some of us are in the outfield starring at the clouds or birds or humming or visualizing things in their mind. The latter children, become individualized while the former children learn to play along and communicate with each other, if only to yell “GOGOGO!”.

You know where to find me

You shape me into a cruel beast:
Who questions the value of friendship,
desiring the love of complete unity of the truth,
and the return, to the unknowable.

Posted at 4:48 PM on July 31, 2009 | leave a comment | Filed Under: The Prose | read on