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• February 23, 2006 - Ahh, Provence!!!

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Really kind of speaks for itself, doesn't it?

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• February 17, 2006 - What I Didn't Know About Her...

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My Grandmother, in her early twenties (and IN the twenties, if I'm not mistaken). Hats were a big thing back then. Maybe that will come back in vogue, who knows. I like to think she was a rebel in her own way. I remeber her as steady as a rock, stingy with words unless they meant something, and above all, fair minded. We could use more like her in the world today.
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• February 5, 2006 - From "Ashes and Snow"

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• February 5, 2006 - Ashes and Snow

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OK, now this is what I am trying to get to with this blog. Chris just sent me this amazing link, AshesandSnow that you just have to see to believe. For best effect, you will need to download Flashplayer 8 from Adobe, and have a broadband connection. Trust me friends - this is what the Web is capable of in the hands of a true artist. Just incredible!!!

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Infinite Joke

Who would bind an infinite god,
Build fences of dogma to repel the apostate?
What is written is finite, cannot begin
The task before it without hubris.

Look, darkness glows
No less than light, dark matter
Holds up half the human imagination,
Shines upon hope as well as fear.

In an all-white world, no contrast.
How can anything be discerned?

Look upon this existence and wonder at its purpose –
Can this really be the whole of it?
Is reality truly so narrow? Do dreams
Not matter in the breadth of infinity?

No singular truths, despite the ravings
Of iconoclasts and the righteous.
No solutions that address only one need
Can ever succeed, will always fail.

If god is infinite, what is beneath god’s notice?
If god’s creation issues from perfection,
What of hatred, jealousy, greed, desire?
Perhaps we ask the wrong questions.

In the grand and infinite cosmos that
Holds us so lightly in its embrace,
We are no more than a smudge, a gnat,
An accidental hiccup, leftover
From the original explosion of desire
That issued from god’s heart.

All this struggle for god’s attention,
From behind walls we have built.

God’s laughter, as well, is infinite.

Notty Bumbo