Thinking out loud

I am interested in what it all means.

If we are here for a reason, then I think the best place to look for evidence is within ourselves. If we can become aware of how and why we do what we do, we may be able to infer something about why we are here.

So, this blog is a series of essays which try to illuminate aspects of what it feels like to be me that I feel may have some bearing on why we are here.

I welcome your comments. What does it feel like to be you?

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The tempest

We were hurled by the tempest
when we rolled to a stop
in the lane beyond the meadow's fence,
I immediately unbuttoned her pants
and put my hand inside her
and she unbuttoned my waistband
and I pulled down her pants
and we immediately made love
so urgent was our need
to stop being not one
at 8:42 PM
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