Not a quarter, not a whole... just somewhere in between.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
We think, we cry, we feel; we compose, we write, we paint. We don't know the absolute truth, we don’t have all the answers; we are flawed human beings and sometimes we make no sense... while we try to make sense.
My father once told me the most important thing in life was to evolve as a human being. Years after that, he told me the most important thing in life was to have an intimate relationship with another human being. I believe he was right about both.