Children of Men

This is perhaps my favorite tracking shot of all time. This is a truly great film and anyone who has not seen it should go do so right now.

Edward Prendick

Sometimes I feel like I am him. Or he is me.

Lost. Abandoned. Alone. but not Alone.
Are We Not Men?

Daniel 4.35

you're killing me God. you cant just make things easy for me. black and white. line in the sand. you gotta go and complicate things. and why? for my benefit? for your glory? because it is humorous? all of the above? and who am i to question you? you wrote that i am regarded as nothing as well as that you do as you please. i wish it was easy to not question you. like i had an off switch. perhaps you could have wired me that way. but there i go again questioning your plan. I love you Lord. give me your answer in your time and i will obey.

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Just hold my hand a while and walk with me my dearest child.
I know all the things that you're feeling cause I have been there too.
And I am here with you.

And I want you. And I need you. So desperately.
You are mine and, yes, I made you. Please come to me.

I love you more than life or death or earth and sea.
I love you more than the things that you think you've done.
That would keep you from me.
I love you more. I love you more. So very much more.

Your tears and fears are mine and I have cast them out.
They are shattered on the ground.
For you I have chosen to suffer, but I'd do it all again.
Yes I'd do it all again.

I love you more than life or death or earth and sea.
I love you more than the things that you think you've done.
That would keep you from me.
I love you more than life or death or earth and sea.
I love you more than tears or guilt or lies or money.
More than fears or greed or feeling empty. More...
More than even me.

Here I Am

I began blogging regularly near the end of 2004. and I loved it. However, over time my weblog devolved into a "routine journal". Something to do when I was bored, instead of something to enjoy.
My blog currently sits in a state of decay.

I've been nostalgic for my long summer days spent in front of the computer blogging about things that meant something to me. So I'm starting anew. Here I am.

XII: The Drunkard

The next planet was inhabited by a drunkard. This visit was a very brief one, but it plunged the little prince into a deep depression.
"What are you doing there?" he asked the drunkard, whom he found sunk in silence before a collection of empty bottles and a collection of full ones.
"Drinking," replied the drunkard, with a gloomy expression.
"Why are you drinking?" the little prince asked.
"To forget," replied the drunkard.
"To forget what?" inquired the little prince,
who was already feeling sorry for him.
"To forget that I'm ashamed," confessed the drunkard,
hanging his head.
"What are you ashamed of?" inquired the little prince,
who wanted to help.
"Of drinking!" concluded the drunkard,
withdrawing into silence for good.
And the little prince went on his way puzzled.