Each of them took their own path twelve years ago and through all the difficulties and monstrosities that they faced they recoiled and sprang back not losing their charm, wit, and beautiful vulnerabilities. They are living proof that a mass of complications succinctly placed one after the other does not always leave you embittered and old. I'm so happy they are back in my life. I love my Chach, Ass, and Lo.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sonnet 116 at 3:00 AM
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose Worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
At times I find myself unable to sleep and I will wonder around familiar verse and script...mostly dusty books. I have always found that this is my favorite sonnet. It speaks volumes of truth and over the past year it has been a liniment for my own heart. If love has waned or sauntered off due to circumstances or differences it wasn't REAL love. True love is constant through any difficulties. True love is unchanging no matter what obstacles or hard trials that you will find throughout life.
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose Worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
At times I find myself unable to sleep and I will wonder around familiar verse and script...mostly dusty books. I have always found that this is my favorite sonnet. It speaks volumes of truth and over the past year it has been a liniment for my own heart. If love has waned or sauntered off due to circumstances or differences it wasn't REAL love. True love is constant through any difficulties. True love is unchanging no matter what obstacles or hard trials that you will find throughout life.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Food For Thought
A long conversation with Yuri and I found that his humor and his perspective was a comfort. "Jonathan, only a masochist would love such a narcissist. He did you a favor by cutting you loose." And perhaps he is right. His voice is so mellifluous and he seems to have always gotten me even when I never really got myself. I cannot be more thankful for some honest to God truth delivered in a time when I truly do need a good catharsis.
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