blather_mirror Jeca A boy knelt by the glinting brook Once a time ago He pressed his thumbs into the clay Made something from his soul. Another came to add her name And so the artwork grew Though set the sun last eve on one Great work; it rose on two. Then three, then more; This valley floor Drew crowds from all around Many came to art And lay their hearts upon the ground. “My very name could charm the birds— Is it my fault people take note?” “I don’t really care for you,” Another person wrote. “I live where the sun hits first! The best land in my name!” “I love the greatest man alive!” Another did exclaim. “I hurt inside, sometimes I cry; She left me all alone!” “I fear the day will come when I Will find my hair is gone.” “I dream one day we’ll touch the stars…” Another line had read, A man was writing over where That passage would have led. “That was MY place in the clay!” Someone began to shout. “Nonsense, I’m too important For a place that’s roundabout. They want to hear what’s in ME…” And to make a story short, The argument fell to angry taunts And mud flew in retort A boy knelt by the muddy brook And looked upon the ground And all at once the fighting stopped And silence circled round The art was gone; not anyone Could see what once was read But in the tattered words were left Something new, instead: “My name is you; I live, I love, I hurt, I fear, I dream” The people stopped and saw their own reflections in the stream. Art’s a window to the soul Of its maker, this is true; But you know it takes its truest form When you see us ALL there, too. 021005 ... Dafremen Scales measure weight...mirrors measure insecurity. Even blather_mirrors. (That's why I never look at what I type, I just type it.) 021006 ... Jeca is my insecurity showing? 021013 ... Jeca *tugs down shirt* 021013 ... Dafremen Not anymore. 021013 ... Jeca good. 021013 ... She That was awesome, Jeca. 021013 ... takes forever to check blather thanks! 021023 ... sabbie reality reflects art blather imitates life i come to the recent file and always find my day my life in blue. blather is an deierific entity that knows all sees all and flags all quietly, through the children that contrubute, for posterity bows down in wonderment once again 031030 ... Deomis I never realized what I was, until I actually read what I wrote. It was like looking into a mirror for the first time. 040722 ... nonlucid I read something, relate to it, think the person makes sense then I realise I wrote it over and over again 040723 ... z syntax holds a different truth than thought. 040723 ... marked . 040723 ... Borealis I very rarely reread blathes before posting them.. going back a few weeks later is disorienting.. though somewhat eye-opening 040723 what's it to you? who go blather from