tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post111445220050882189..comments2023-09-20T01:47:05.663-07:00Comments on Where Reality is a Nightmare: Stained Glass WindowsDarth Midnightmarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010414069519269864noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1114626088258833412005-04-27T11:21:00.000-07:002005-04-27T11:21:00.000-07:00Knox....the scottish theologian???Knox....the scottish theologian???Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1114615734058457852005-04-27T08:28:00.000-07:002005-04-27T08:28:00.000-07:00...They just dont die, do they? I mean,you may bre......They just dont die, do they? I mean,you may break or shatter the vase if you will, but the scent of the rose will linger there still.<BR/><BR/>O.K. C'mon. Now. Take some time to get over my yet another pathetic attempt at penning down those ever-elusive abstractions of reality. <BR/>[...Oh yeah, the laddie reckons himself a poet.]<BR/><BR/>Hey dude. Wassup?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1114513674483976642005-04-26T04:07:00.000-07:002005-04-26T04:07:00.000-07:00Red: Time heals most things....almost all things.....Red: Time heals most things....almost all things...but there are occasions when the only thing you don't have is time....although you are faced with infinity<BR/><BR/>Neeta: No...no chinks and Fort Knox is secure...<BR/><BR/>As far as glimpses are concerned, evenfiction, however obscure, reveals facets of the creator. After all, no thought is ever unrelated to who you really are...Darth Midnightmarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02010414069519269864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867387.post-1114505348447618482005-04-26T01:49:00.000-07:002005-04-26T01:49:00.000-07:00*hug*A chink in the armour... or the breaking down...*hug*<BR/>A chink in the armour... or the breaking down of some walls? <BR/>I'd call it a glimpse of who you are.Nhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17083936274755365049noreply@blogger.com