Thank you and good night

A decision has been made to discontinue this blog.  The entries have dwindled and disappeared.  

Original words were replaced with a few carefully selected quotes that are meant to be hopeful, remorseful, reflective.  Camus and Tracy Chapman filled in a few blanks when I was left speechless, a deer in headlights.

Never fear, a cleaner and less personal blog has sprung.  A joint venture, www.studyllc.com will (hopefully) entertain you in a designy way and keep me focused on what I am best at.  Please read and comment freely.  A work in progress, with luck it will evolve and become something extraordinary.  

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. 

-Camus

He discovered the cruel paradox by which we always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love– first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

-Camus, from A Happy Death

If this is a dream wake me up now
If this is a movie let's edit these scenes out
It would be a PG instead of an X-rated life
If I'd lived right

Some would call me a cheat call me a liar
Say that I've been defeated by the basest desires
Yes I have strayed and succumbed to my vices
But I tried to live right

But I have no regrets no guilts in my heart
I only feel sadness for any pain that I've caused
I guess I wouldn't bother to worry at all
If I'd lived right

Do you live by the book do you play by the rules?
Do you care what is thought by others about you?
If this day is all that is promised to you
Do you live for the future the present the past?

If there is one thing I know I know I will die
If anyone cares some stranger may critique my life
I may be revered or defamed and decried
But I tried to live right

There would be psalms sung by a choir
I would have a white robe a halo newly acquired
I'd be at peace and I'd have no desire
If I'd lived right

–Tracy Chapman, from Unsung Song

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make any sense. 

-Rumi