While I struggle with technology and it's implications for human understanding and our quality of relationships, I always have to remember that it is not the technology that is the issue: it is the way we choose to use it. These are simply words shared between two friend lovers via text messaging. We are always near to those we connect with by heartstrings.
Love whispers as the wind blows..
We feel it even without understanding its origin.
It is always there for the choosing--the recognition of existence.
It is us in becoming.
It is us as we are.
Perfect in our follies. We create.
We participate to grow.
We exist to be, Love.
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The sound of water as it pushes forward..
the sound of our being being brushed by stone..
the sound of night as it moves its special light along the infinite string of our heart..
coolness and inertia in balance.
