it's not a formula. it's not often easy; relish the smooth waters while they abide. one day after the other, one foot in front of the other. nights in the rain, days indoors. days in the rain, nights indoors. we don't know much, but something tells us we have little to justly complain about.

i'm still trying to figure it out, still wondering where it all fits and how it all balances out. still smiling at old memories (priceless), grinning at new challenges and ambitions (invigorating). can't for the ____ of me determine why things are like they are, but can tell that the only real places are for people who don't know it all.

me - a square running in circles. focus comes bit by bit, area by area, and it's not given us to see the big picture. the gifts come so rapidly we hardly notice, our vision blocked by all we take for granted. this isn't about prestige, isn't about money, isn't about fame. what else could it be about but each other? over 6 billion of us; you'd think we'd get at least that point - our success depends on everyone else, theirs on us.

how long? how long till the hopeful give the hopeless some hope? how long till the merciful show the merciless mercy? how long till the selfish take a lesson from the selfless? how long till the collective eye opens?

if you don't expect the worst, you'll never see it coming...but if you don't look for the best, you'll never see it either.

a brief and terribly undescriptive return - 10.28.04
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