rawrpenguin
There are always people who think radically. Extremely. The push the limits of whatever it is they touch upon. Imagination, decorum, logic. They reach and stretch and pull and burst the seams of the fabric that we all associate with the world.
He who we follow had compassion on all around him. Let us follow his example. From the smallest of insects to our fellow human beings, let us treat them like they are dear to us. We can love with all our selves and make sure there is nothing left over to regret. If we give our love away until we are empty we will enjoy being filled again by He who we follow. LOVE ON!
I feel the wind tousle my hair, and know that my mother with scold me for the tangles later, but I can't seem to care. The sky is all around me, the ground is receding and my stomach drops out. I am flying. Free, weightless as a bird. Not tied down by any of the worries of the world. I can see the clouds, so close. AT my fingertips. I am on the trampoline. The springs creak and groan.
Books, papers, all of them came in stacks. But what were they but stacks themselves? Words stacked on words to make sentences. Sentences stacked into paragraphs. Paragraphs into pictures and pictures into stories. We layer things, create deeper meanings. We show you the world in many tones and colors and it all starts out with a stroke of the keys, a single word on paper. Stacked.