09 March 2002
It is beautiful outside: a whirling tempest of every color (white) that displays Nature's splendor to remind humans that though we may think we are omnipotent at times, really, we aren't. Can we control the weather? No, and hopefully we never will. If we ever do, what is to stop us from growing such big heads that it will be hard to go through doors? I much prefer the unpredictability of our environment as it is now; this way, we can be witness to such shows of raw power as to humble us. Besides, who would want consistently good weather? Just as it would be quite boring for everyone to look the same. I particularly don't think people who are considered beautiful now would like being equal to everyone else.
I just realized a 5:59 minute song is actually 359 seconds. Doesn't that seem like such a short time? 359 seconds gone in my life listening to the divine Beethoven Serenade for Strings...
Once again, I'm in one of those moods where solitude is preferred, and I like the way the snow blowing around the house makes me feel protected. Maybe it is a false sense of security, but I like it.
I just realized a 5:59 minute song is actually 359 seconds. Doesn't that seem like such a short time? 359 seconds gone in my life listening to the divine Beethoven Serenade for Strings...
Once again, I'm in one of those moods where solitude is preferred, and I like the way the snow blowing around the house makes me feel protected. Maybe it is a false sense of security, but I like it.