Could it all be so Simple?

I can't say things straight forward. Black and White makes so much sense until someone splatters the canvas with shades of gray. How can I pick out the right colours when nothing has any rules? Let me throw a dart and see where it lands. But then again I've never been any good at darts, be prepared to duck.

Watterson had it right. Sledding could be a metaphor for us. But if nothing ever makes perfect sense what does that leave us? Sprawled out across the bottom of the hill wondering what happened.



As long as you look back and see the fun you had during the wild ride, maybe it's all worth it.

It's a Magical World Hobbes Ol' Buddy.

Let's Go Exploring!

The Sky

I'm not quite sure why I am drawn to the sky and it's myriad of colours. Everyday it is new, different, and I never tire of gazing at it. Each day brings a surprise, when I look above my head in wonder at the amazing painting that is constantly changing above my head. All I have to do is raise my eyes and see something truly majestic. So why am I so enthralled with this image? Is it the longing for something better, a hope for a life beyond? Or am I simply entertaining myself as a child would... with colourful trinkets. All I know is that I feel a sense of serenity when I look up. And nothing troubles me. "Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth" - John Magee. He described his sense of wonderment at taking flight. Is this what I feel when I look up, yet instead of physically, have I slipped the worries, the troubles, and problems of the ground mentally? If so I shall not be concerned. Just the cause of my fascination of our heavens eludes me.

Until I have an answer, I shall gaze and dream... and wonder.