Well, I guess that I won't get TOO personal just yet. My name is Ken
and I suppose I am a frustrating person. I know that I frustrate myself,
although I doubt that I am any different than the great majority of people.
Like them I have hopes and dreams, some fully formed and some hazy and
indistinct, their existence sometimes indicated by a vague type of
restlessness that sometimes manifests itself in various ways. Lessee...what
else? I am well educated, once dark hair now salt and pepper, sliding towards
grey. I am an Aquarian, although I place no value in such things. I am in
love with this beautiful Earth that God has provided us with, and I am
saddened beyond despair at what we are doing to it.
I love the beach, the waves crashing in, the wind crisp on my face, the smell
of salt and the cry of gulls. I love the dark forest, carpeted with green
moss, the trickling sound that a small stream makes flowing through centuries
of mould, tea colored, so cold it hurts my teeth, the fluting of thrush, fern
fronds, dark bark, and the sun on the cinnamon trunks of the
trees. I used to love the ecstatic smile and the cry of "Daddy!!" that my
daughter used to give as she ran, arms outstretched, to be picked up
when I came home...before she got too old. (Sigh) I love all kinds of
things, and as befits one who has intense feelings of all kinds, I also hate
many things, intolerance of all kinds, especially bigotry, rudeness and
the despicable things that we are doing to the environment. (You
know...this sounds like some cheesy description one would find in a singles
I have a tremendous capacity for love if I find one who is able to
reciprocate. Like others I have had many disappointments in that department,
but instead of bitterness and disillusionment, I find myself even more able to
appreciate it when I find it. I think that over the years, such experiences
have only broadened and deepened this capacity. Like a river wearing down
through hard rock over time, I feel once turbulent waters become smooth and
Once I was full of words and ideas bubbled forth and I
Gradually the words describing my inner panorama
became inadequate and trite
meaningless and redundant.
And my talk
with silences that grew
I became silent
and a calm filled me
and I felt as a broken
on the edge of a rocky precipice
overlooking great mist-swathed distances
with gnarled roots gripping
the stony heart of the mountain.
or as Will Rogers said:
"Never pass up a chance to
keep your mouth shut."
And the Arabic proverb
إذا تم العقل نقص الكلا
The smarter you get the fewer words you say.
I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
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