to make a mistake, it's normal and human. but to play notes without meaning, without passion and feeling ... it's unforgivable.
paraphrasing beethovan in the movie immortal beloved.






and i thought, repeating in my mind, to do anything without meaning, passion, feeling ... it's unforgivable.




my aim is to live out there in the practical world, living a practical life and move and groove the way i so very dig. any other way is unacceptable.










a woman today told me i reminded her of amelie. i thanked her and made a mental promise to see amelie once again.

i also told her a little bit about my life, and she suggested i get out of where i am as fast as i can. she said there are times when the only thing TO do is run away. we spoke about trying to handle "things". sometimes that might translate into quietly dealing, or some negotiating. other times perhaps a face-off. but if there's a dangerous predator that's a threat, run she said. no looking back.

i get that. i got that. i'm preparing myself. there's time.



what am i saying?

to live without passion, without personal meaning, without feeling
is unacceptable.

to live a life that's hurtful, towards yourself or anyone else
is unacceptable.


when i look at me i see me
when i look at you and see a stranger, i remind myself that we're all mirrors for each other, and i look again and see a new image, kinder and gentler and beautiful. and i'm grateful.