The Complete Substitute for All Forms of Sociability

THE OLD ASTRONOMER. - Sarah Williams R EACH me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from then till now. Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete, Lacking only certain data, for your adding, as is meet; And remember, men will scorn it, 'tis original and true, And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you. But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn; You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn; What, for us, are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles? What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles? You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late. But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate; Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the s...

16" x 14" Acrylic on Canvas Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. - Kahlil Gibran

Whoever said 'the sky is blue' was lying Who told a fib that trees are green; I tell you, yellow is a baby crying, And black is spelled in cyan sheen. Whoever said 'the sky is blue' was lying Who told a fib that snow is white; I tell you, six comes first like a violin With J.S. Bach in autumn light. Whoever said 'the sky is blue' was lying Who told a fib your lips are red; I tell you, pain is violet, pink is dying, And wood smells taste, and feels as well. I ask: "Have you ever had an orange fling?" Or loved so green it's almost pain? I tell you, I've never seen a crystal spring, Or smoky gray or golden grain. For whoever said 'the sky is blue' was lying Now tell the truth, please don't deny That two is written with magenta lining And coffee sounds like purple dye.

WHAT IF GOD WASN'T REAL? What if all this time you've been praying to this nonexistent entity fabricated long ago by people who frightened too much and understood too little? What if the one thing you've been taught -- nay, indoctrinated since birth -- to believe as the only truth was a lie? What if there was nothing out there who is bigger than you and that you are responsible for EVERYTHING ...and nothing? What if...? To keep your mind open to things you would otherwise reject because of your upbringing and acquired prejudices. To wonder. But I wish it wasn't at the cost of so much interior erosion. I wonder. I'm curious. But I'm taking baby steps. A sudden gust of wind could blow and close the door behind forever. If I can't go back, will I go forward? Trudge on. Or will I stay put? Afraid to move a single inch. What if it were my last day on earth? What if, a long time ago, I dreamed up this life? Then I should know what's on the other side. I am no...