tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193725842011-04-21T22:42:26.027-04:00Unclouded Browalicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560109428428282557noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19372584.post-1143051385726623812006-03-22T13:15:00.000-05:002006-03-22T13:16:25.740-05:00Water water everywhere.Please let me stop dreaming of floods.alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560109428428282557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19372584.post-1139443829170279302006-02-08T19:06:00.000-05:002006-02-08T19:10:29.186-05:00Inability to communicate.I think our whole society tries to stabilize itself by starting out to destroy sensitivity to incoherence starting with very young children. If people could see the vast incoherence that is going on in society they would be disturbed and they would feel the need to do something. If you're not sensitive to it you don't feel disturned and you don't feel you need to do anything.I remember an alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560109428428282557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19372584.post-1138646227533961932006-01-30T13:18:00.000-05:002006-01-30T13:37:11.283-05:00I had the most peculiar dream last night.I received a card from someone, even in the dream I wasn't sure who. Inside the card was a parable that was written in an old style, more like an Aesop's fable than a bible story. I wish I could remember the exact wording, but it told of two peasants who were foraging in the woods when it began to rain. Seeking shelter, they started towards a cave but when they got closer they saw that a lion alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560109428428282557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19372584.post-1133147653639613722005-11-27T21:49:00.000-05:002005-11-28T01:59:23.790-05:00PrefaceChild of the pure unclouded browAnd dreaming eyes of wonder!Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder,Thy loving smile will surely hailThe love-gift of a fairy-tale.I have not seen thy sunny face, Nor heard thy silver laughter;No thought of me shall find a place In thy young life's hereafter--Enough that now thou wilt not failTo listen to my fairy-tale.A tale begun in other alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560109428428282557noreply@blogger.com