I am making marbleware that depicts birds and anything I want to depict with them. I am thinking of rabbits. I am also making new tea strainers that are exciting to me. Anyway, I will post new pictures come december. alright, Ciao.

It must be infinitely sad to be the wind. It blows inside everyone and everyone is different, which then makes everyone conflict with each other. Coexisting with each other, that love, that forgiveness is a terrible fantasy that only our breath knows. That’s why the wind is so sad.

The pattern of life is so complicated that God decided to make a coffee and think about what had been created for just , Oh I don’t know……. God hasn’t stopped thinking. What actually happened was that God made another universe for thought. God likes to think, I’m saying this cause well if I am able to use free will it must be true that I am able to access god’s thoughts through my imagination. I heard a priest say this in the 1650′s a long time ago (just accessed someone’s thoughts a long time ago, see how this works). Anyway the God of this universe decided that since a branch was created in the universe tree that why not give everything free will. The branches kept growing and growing and growing, forever and ever. The pattern of life is extremely complicated, and so was only allowed to be created on certain parts of the universe. This explains the limit of imagination, you can only create infinite variables on the limited knowledge your perception and brain will allow. In other words life is only connected to a limited number of universes. As things happen or don’t maybe life will connect to all the universes one day. Maybe one day I will be a great artist.

my lovely friends that I cannot see. I am sorry. Though I can’t stop time it seems I keep using mine to dream, so much so, that I forget you. Please know that I think of you and call you randomly only in times when lots of stuff has happened and banality is not the tyrant of our conversation. May you breathe easy everyday and in times of hardship, know that I’ll hear you on whatever you may want to talk about. But, may your happiness overshadow all pain. Today I have a tooth ache but it helps me carve plaster. Today, I hope to carve plaster with so much empathy that I might make something that breathes, and does not notice its own breath. So friends that’s all I have to say. I’ll call when you least expect it.

Two fluttering dresses run accross the street. The unstable patterns danced with the warm night air. Their bright smiles shone like the lights of the cars. The full moon in the cloudless sky was very jealous. The city’s invisible stars like a catchy hum walked with the dogs on their leash, as the children played tag around them. All is normal it seems, a sleepy summer night. I look for a pattern that reflects life, the best I can do is to copy.

I once knew the sequence of words that could get all humans to dream. Not only that but the sequence itself would get that pesky dream deferring Time, to vanish. I once knew how to listen with such patience and attention that the self-worth of the human speaking would walk side by side with its imagination, and shine. Imagination is like the aleph it contains all the possibilities of the universe, inadvertently humbling even the highest of self worths.  I once could hug with such sincerity that the resolution of your memory would rise and seem as if time had stood still.  What I can do now is bake bread, and if you would come to my house or randomly ask for some as I walked home from work. We could share and maybe you could help me remember all the things I once could do.

“Nothing is as sweet as waking up from a deep, long, earned, sleep.” Unless you are not a human then I am sorry that my assertion has omitted you from this lovely dance called life. Well, if you are not a human then you wouldn’t have the empathy required to be offended. Stones, yes that is what you are called.  The stones replied in a silence so deep that hope itself began to doubt that it even existed.

 

However, let me get back to the fact that I am human and though you are stones I will use my imagination and give you that pluralistic existence you don’t care if you have, I will say you where offended and act accordingly.

As the lighting struck something in the distance and its brilliant flash lit the trailer park, the idea to fix societies energy, education, and employment problem was made. Unfortunately as it was for many good ideas the time for them to shine had not come. So why write this?  Well to take your worry away and so that you may live your life pragmatically. I have the answer when the time comes, I’ll help everybody. Then someone will end my life, but I don’t mind. All good ideas were twisted to do bad, it is human habit, a wonderful trait that has helped us survive for a long time, and will keep us living for a long time. Just think of all the beautiful acts to be done, its enough to give you infinite hope. Grand are human beings infinitely adaptive and lucky to have imagination.

In the city people constantly smoke. Unable to have bright dreams they  wallow in the beauty of swirling smoke. Smoke that chokes and kills little by little setting banality a blaze.

Day that never ends, the wind that blows so cold, the warmth I must wait for. Things that come to mind as all that has been achieved is taken for granted.