sout en asyn

Vrinde, laat my toe om aan jul iets voor te stel:

Stellenbosch, die plattelandse dorpie. Waar geen bekende gesigte dwaal nie en nie 'n siel op spoed is erens heen nie.

Die boemelaar se gesig dop af van die skielike dae sonder son beskreming, en hy glo ook nie ek sal terug kom nie. Oupa agter die toonbank by die vis en tjips winkel beweeg teen 'n monotoniese spoed wat jou bewus maak van die dag se vereiste; jy moet dwaal deur hierdie dag. Voel hoe onnodig vinnig beweeg jy soos jy oor die rooi plein wandel.

As jy jou kop kantel om te luister, hoor jy hoe skryf die blare ritsel ritsel uit in die bries. Verveeld word 'n besige lewe op hierdie sypaadjie. Hier groei wortels terug in hul blare in.

Ek vertroetel hierdie gevoel; binne kort gaan jy ek word, en ek gaan ek wonder word, en dan is die wonder waar jou ribbene is..

Mr Peter

I MAY DESPAIR, 'COZ ROSE BUSHES HAVE GOT THORNS, BUT I SHALL ALSO REJOICE, BECAUSE THORN BUSHES HAVE GOT ROSES.

HAPPINESS IS LIKE A BUTTERFLY, IF YOU TRY TO GRASP IT; IT MAY FLY AWAY, BUT IF YOU DECIDE TO SIT DOWN QUIETLY, IT MAY DECIDE TO LAND UPON YOUR SHOULDERS.

A GOOD MAN WILL WIN A FIGHT, BUT A GREAT MAN WILL WALK AWAY FROM THAT FIGHT. OR WIN THE FIGHT EVEN BEFORE IT STARTED.

THE TROUBLE WITH TROUBLE IS; IT ALWAYS STARTS OUT AS FUN.

THE OPPOSITE OF LOVE IS NOT HATE... IT IS INDIFFERENCE. [+_+]

BECAUSE IF YOU SAY YOU HATE ME, THAT MEANS THAT YOU STILL CARE.

THIS WORLD IS ONLY 3 DAYS OLD:

AS FOR YESTERDAY, IT IS GONE WITH ALL THE PAIN, SORROWS, UNHAPPINESS, UNFAITHFULNESS, DECEIT, ETC.

AS FOR TOMORROW; IT MAY NEVER COME; BUT AS FOR TODAY MAKE THE VERY, VERY, BEST OF IT, BECAUSE IT IS YOURS.

DO NOT DWELL IN THE PAST, 'COS IF YOU DO, YOU WILL MISS OUT ON WHATS SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL & IMPORTANT TODAY.

RESPECT & LOVE ONE ANOTHER, NO MATTER WHOM.

FOR A SUCCESSFUL & EVERLASTING RELATIONSHIP :) ALWAYS TREAT A DISASTER AS A TRIVIALITY, BUT DO NOT EVER, EVER TREAT A TRIVIALITY AS A DISASTER.

GO PLACIDLY, AMONG THE NOISE AND THE HASTE, BUT REMEMBER WHAT PEACE THERE MAY LIE IN SILENCE.

..

BEST WISHES & REGARDS,

RAJAH KHAN.

**Excerpt from a friend's letter**

God Emperor

Time might not flow but it presses from behind just the same. Always a new day, a new old. Just the same but filled from all directions with the option to elect different answers to the questions.

Keeping busy results in 'keeping happy' because I enforce ignorance. Cluttering my immediate consciousness so I may blind myself for a while. It is easier this way. But what kind of life does a blind man live? What type of being runs from its own awareness? Typical types?

To point out bad symmetry :: from class example and inner contest: If you are given a gift without your consent, a gift that all others cherish, yet you alone may now enjoy it, do you owe it to the whole to experience and sap the gift? Does the rose have concealed thorns fashioned from duty, hidden along the stem? Would the answer change if you were alike to all others except in chance?

How tiresome it has become to carry responsibility for my days.

red line

love and hate live in each others shadows...

...i hope i haven't pushed you into the shade.

My socks make all the other gamers jealous.

Headache, bad stomach. and so i retreat into solitude, not willingly. not now.