| Re: Call For Random Thought
Dreaming of the storms approach last night.... eminent, immense, sublime. I peer around the corner of the old church from a childhood playground memory , in a vast field now....... in a fox hole across the field the storm is winding up.... booming.... closer across the field. booming..... booming....booming........ Strange that the hyper-wind velocity booms like this...... what a strange phenomenon..... Now the wind becomes crystalline, ...I’m hearing sharp sounds, the tinkle of chimes?,......no! too vast.....the music coming from the mammoth clouds..... strange that a storm can produce these sounds. music....classical strings....is that.... Puccini.....
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I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a boy playing upon the seashore and diverting myself by now and then finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay before me all undiscovered. - Sir Isaac Newton
Last edited by Thunderbird; 03-12-2008 at 01:09 PM.
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-back in an hour or so.
I'll post it back once I get it back to my head. Or may be you can help...
