The sky is the perpetually changing Rorschach test to the active mind.
Day or night, sunshine or clouds, it's velvet background
lends a ready canvas for the intellect to paint what the soul sees.
Who can be bored, living under such a magical piece of art?
Greetings,
So nice of you to take the time to visit my...Ah, what shall I call this
little space of mine? My menagerie? My depository of psychological offal?
Perhaps to merely call it my sancturary would best convey what it represents
to me. Anyway, Welcome.
To some, this will seem a waste...a bore... the aimless wanderings of a
cluttered mind. To those, I say, "Be well.", for I know your stay will be a
short one.
To some, this place will afford momentary amusement, a pretty place of sight
and sound, enjoyed briefly, then quickly forgotten. To those, I say, "Safe voyage.",
knowing yours to be the whimsical spirits that bring color to the world, the
butterflies of life's field.
To a few, this will be a place that inspires thought, offering ideas and
positions to be challanged and discussed... evoking dreams to be shared. To you,
I say, "Welcome, kindred spirit. I've been waiting for you."
