Desirer. - I am but a simple tailor
patching high idea mosaics;
moulding thought-clay into figures,
giving shape to visions seen.
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Quilts of thought,
that resonate
unite to form these tapestries..
As visions living in these minds
seek others who also SEE!
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Dreams we are,
dreamers us;
visionaries in the flesh.
We are the makers of tomorrow,
we're the future of today.
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} The Present { I present to thee
my dear reader
and my Friend
The Present.
It is the Story of the Now.
It is the adventure in the Gift.
It is the enjoyment of the What.
It is the knowledge of the HOW.
It is the 'known' in the mystery,
it is the unknown in the Aware.
It is the system of the chaotic;
it is the Chaos of the
System.
It is the means of knowing -
yet knowing nothing at all.
The same as Hiesenberg -
you say? Say I "No Way!"
This way you have your way,
and you do NOT have your way.
It is the needful in the unacceptable,
it is the "Yes Way!" to the questioner..!
As simple proof of the words of The Present:
You may understand what I have said here -
yet you cannot know you do.
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Eloquence is a joke... Really, true Eloquence is a laughing matter!@@!
What you call eloquence, i know as inability to express myself
better...
If you have truly ever tried to express love; it doesn't matter
whether this is love of God or your infant child or a sunrise so illuminating it
brings tears to your eyes.... If you have ever tried to express infinite,
unbounded love - or if you have even known the feeling - then you know how
pointless it is to try to limit (circumscribe?) all that feeling and all that
intensity into the mere words that come most handy at the moment. No matter how
good a job you do, if you honestly possess the depth to know the feeling with
mature intensity, you will grieve at the limitations of even the most beautiful
expression of words you may have chosen to portray your thoughts in. It's like
trying to paint a beautiful scene... however good you may be, there is no
conceivable way, ever, that you can capture all the beauty that your eyes see in
their moments of true inspiration.
What then is the highest accomplishment of true and gifted eloquence?
A Mere shadow, far short of the _gift_ those gifted wish to
share.
"The PRESENT" is merely a book of learning. IT is not a book one intends to
finish, as this is a Book of all that _IS_... WELCOME!
Your options here are to either follow your heart to the links that
attract you, or to pay heed to your flight response and be blissful in ignorance of what this book
seeks. The author acknowledges himself to be a student of all that isn't taught in schools, and
most of what he himself wasn't taught. When one can learn to teach himself through tremendous
effort, he tries (if he cares) to preserve the journey traversed.
Consider it a self-training manual. Once this wheel has been invented, shouldn't
I try to preserve it for myself & others who might
use it to construct bigger, better vehicles? Specially considering the
effort and time better spent by the additional boost
I may be able to guide them through, might this not be a
worthy venture? You decide.
As an effort, that is all I claim this is. An attempt to connect, to help, to pass on...
As a guide, I can only try. Yes, I claim no more.
My present goal from this "Webography" is to open the doors to my own
creativity so that I may bring you gifts worthy of your precious time....
Enjoy - and please keep in mind that this is a work in progress - progressing!
Counter activated March 3rd, 1999. 
* Artistic liberty exercised this misty May morn' in early '99
Credit: Background Copyright by Henk Meijer, http://www.noord.bart.nl/~wywhhm/photo/photo.html
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