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Dedicated to past and future friends and all those in transition as the cycles of our lives have us dancing the jig at every turn. Blessed is the peaceful mind---

Cyberspace: Filtered reality sucks when you could be face to face; only to discover it's still filtered reality when you are. Such is life in a wired world. Standing face to face and the distance still palpable? You have my empathy. Hidden thoughts like razor blades, leaves who bleeding? One gets used to the distance & remains aloof - watching the self act out against hidden "crimes" of (self) sabotage. One can only watch in compassion. Some things are beyond your control. God knows. Time heals (or not). It all remains to be scene; a play of words some better left unspoken, still I leave you with this token:   Namaste.