Tuesday September 6th 2011 Tim Candler
Could be that sometimes the ether
moves around a body in a manner designed by the giant carpet maker to
pull sense out of threads that can dream. But where would we be
without those nightmares that haunt beyond sleep and so leave a person
trembling well into the afternoon.
Frail we are, and rightly so.
Otherwise we would sit like trees and watch the forest burn. All the
same I have to wonder where the true things are, and too often I have asked
whether trees are wiser than I am, because too often I am caught in spider