Reading harold_maude's journal

I stood on a chair, straining to see out an open window.
The sky was a perfect blue, just turning it's eyes tord sunset.
Truth stepped beside me and asked me what did I see.

What did I see. What a question. What do I see when a window opens that shows something so beautiful as to defy words?
The post by Bunk, Reality 101, is such a window.
I have to thank him for opening it to show such a beautiful sky.

To answer truth as she/he is waiting for me to tell her/him what I see, it's this, that with in every star is the possiblity of the human heart, soul and spirit.
That all of us are more than just souls seperated by skin, but we are all flowing over, around and through each other. Most of the time we just don't know it.

And for all my crazy moments, all my dark rooms and thoughts, when someone comes along and opens a window like Bunk did, it makes staying around well worth it.
Thank you.

Forgive me for blowing my own horn but... I'm rating this excellent. :D

You're here, aren't you? You're talking to me, aren't you?