Question

Do we pass through time, or does time pass through us?

28

26 keys, no 28, with which I hope to create magic. Alphabets, space bar and full stop. 28 notes for a strange form of music played. 28 ingredients of a brew. 28 colours of a frenzied piece of art. 28 nights in which the moon goes from nothing to nothing.

The music of words.. The music lies neither in sound, nor in pattern, but in what they evoke in the space within.. In how they can make the mind contemplate itself. In how they question and answer. In how they tear apart and reassemble. In how they plunge into sorrow and console. 28 shades of grey. 28 vials of poison. 28 drops of tears. 28 fragments of silence. 28 contractions of your heart.

Yes or No

Flip a coin. If you don't like the outcome, you'll at least know what you want.

Ahem..

Hmm.. Hmmm? Hmmmm.... OK. This is re-entry number 3, if I remember right. I know, the frequency of posts here might make each post seem like a "comeback post" :) Well, now that I have broadband and myself for company I might as well get down to some long pending spring cleaning of my head and loading all the trash right into cyberspace :) You never know, such trash sometimes makes far more sense than most things I struggle to communicate.

By the way, as far as reasons for blogging again go, make it just the broadband :) I am not so sure of the second reason. It could be something else. If nothing else, its not what I just said it was. Not true.