the_enchanted_place fyn gula we sit sometimes, ingrid and i, just in the grass making up stories, renaming constellations, finding out what's in the clouds, and yesterday she said, "aren't we all just trying to show people who we are?" it reminded me of something pablo neruda said. "all paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. and we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song. but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny." 000319 ... Miner For me is that place inside, where i can retreat from fears or worries, the place where only those who are very very close to me can get a look in, or occupy.. a wonder and a joy, so few could ever be there, and not always do they even recognise, often is it shatterd, but always does it reform, the only place i can ever feel like im truely in control, and happy about life. 010609 ... ~gez~ the world that exists between me and you, though it might not be in the same place as when we last spoke. it moves, from text to internet to person to phone, and without it my life would be a void. dark. empty .'.'. dead .'.'.'. 020920 ... "The" Man Go there. 070710 what's it to you? who go blather from