I think I might be becoming kind of a hippy.
Updates as events warrent and if I feel like it.
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Edit: Case in point-
Listen
With the night falling we are saying think you
We are stopping on the bridge to bow from the railings
We are running out of the glass rooms
With our mouths full of food to look at the sky
And say thank you
We are standing by the water looking out
In different directions
Back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
After funerals we are saying thank you
After the news of the dead
Whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
In a culture up to its chin in shame
Living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you
Over telephones we are saying thank you
In doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
Remembering wars and the police at the back door
And the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
In the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
Unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you
With the animals dying around us
Our lost feelings we are saying thank you
With the forests falling faster than then minutes
Of our lives we are saying thank you
With the words going out like cells of a brain
With the cities growing over us like the earth
We are saying thank you faster and faster
With nobody listening we are saying thank you
We are saying thank you and waving
Dark though it is
- W.S. Merwin
Mmmm. Beauty from ashes. Joy from mourning. Praise from despair.
Making all things new.
Loverly.
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*Note, when I first posted this, I considered putting 'loverly' on the same line as 'making all things new' because it would be, meh, just too much the way I have it now. But then I thought, heck, might as well go the whole hog, so there you have it. I tell you this A) because I think it's funny, and B) because I'm self-conscious and feel the need to take the edge off the poetic effect with a disclaimer. Someone please shoot me, eh? | 
that face, apparently, means whatevah. it's even spelled that way.
