And now a text reaponse from mrs. T: "U r not a husband"
Knowing you, you did NOT respond to this. What does it mean? It means, "Come on! I wanna fight!"
Maybe. However, remember when it gets to this point, Tom Petty. I think sometimes his guitarist Mike Campbell had the right response: I don't want to fight. I'm a lover, lover, lover.
Good Idea, Greek. I have always found that when I have **cked up things beyond repair I could always reground myself by returning to that which I find simplest. I hope there is a take away message here for you Thinker. Think.
A poem by Jorie Graham from my alma mater:
Quote:
the way things work
is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving through blue; blue through purple; the objects of desire opening upon themselves without us; the objects of faith. The way things work is by solution, resistance lessened or increased and taken advantage of. The way things work is that we finally believe they are there, common and able to illustrate themselves. Wheel, kinetic flow, rising and falling water, ingots, levers and keys, I believe in you, cylinder lock, pulley, lifting tackle and crane lift your small head-- I believe in you-- your head is the horizon to my hand. I believe forever in the hooks. The way things work is that eventually something catches.