Traditionally A blog
This entry was posted on 12/13/2006 6:55 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
Who is the most beautiful person in the world? The one happiest in their heart. Where can truth be found? All around us, is so many ways that it can make us blind. I, fish, am swimming through the air currents of being nonthing. Too, traditionally, a question of nonthing is a banishment of thing. To understand often overshadows the act of standing. Standing silence can lead, miticulously, afield of abandon.