"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are we not to be"? - Marianne Anderson

i love that quote.

if we all possess the capabilities of such power.... it in the end... will always (as it did before... and will always) depend on who we are...

the devil - in hell - is a God.

i've always had the philosophy in life... that when things were too much, or you were unsatisfied where you were that you would turn back and recreate a simpler time in your life.... a song, or a smell, or a look you had; hairstyle, clothing... you would do this again, and somehow... familiarity would breed comfort... right?

is that so?

i was called a perfectionist the other day... that good enough is never, that... is never good enough. things can always get better... bigger... smaller... change... and my response... "well, can't they?!"

so, be it.

i find more truthfull lessons and psychological ideas in over sized childrens books, then i have in my few recent years of darwin, and the black scenes...

i love to walk on railroad tracks and write poetry.

but, yet, i am a perfectionist? well; i hope so then... because i'm not entirely turned off by the things i want out of life...

i shall wear pin striped pants and suspenders and be lost in a piano bar deep in the village with my best friend soon enough, and i think that that will rended this all... very much less severe.

*******i suppose if this blog entry seems a bit odd.... it's me working out a few thoughts in my head... burning a bridge or two, and untying knots in my soul... my all******