En Ego, O Bone Et Dulcissime Iesu

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Anais Nin


Flashes of skin, sticking lightly to my fingertips. Sweat and the scent of your hair catching in the air. The space between us is warm with certainty. And the space above hangs, suspending its breath. Worry has left your face; Sleep patting your forehead smooth, sweeping Care from your brow. Beloved, if I were to stay by your side forever, I would gaze and never have my fill. The geography of bone and flesh I would forever traverse, mapping the continents, palm line after palm line, the boundaries etched in erring clay. I would but forsake the Future if I could just fain plead the Present to stay. But already I see it whither, I see it fade to to yesterday. You turn, troubled by my thoughts but Sleep holds you fast. I turn too, away, away... And force myself to leave.

Feathered Creatures

Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair.

Thomas Hobbes

More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.

Woody Allen



Hope indeed must have feathers-- for like Its Cousins, It sharpens Its beak against Its breast, staining a wing with a brightly colured streak (of red?). Prometheus knew It all too well. He who gave us Fire out of Hope for our survival against the Night:
Hope tears away at what one would have for a heart. Harden yourself then. Let Its claws scrabble against marble. Its beak strike against eyes made of granite. My heart is stone upon stone-- a cairn within a cairn.