But you can still see her shadow by the firelight in the cave.
Perfection has mass.And mass has its limits.
She flew to her spiritual place in a gas-guzzling, polluting airplane. And I’m afraid that I can’t help seeing traces of narcissism in her quest for perfection.
I’ll bet she went around,telling all who would listen, I don’t watch television. Of course there was a TV special on her strange disappearance.
Perfection doesn’t exist. Once she reached perfection, she ceased to exist.
I say she did, you say she didn’t. Let’s call the whole thing off. Now, do I crack this egg open on the big end or the small end?
February 05, 2016