borrowed_book (_) Life is a borrowed book passed from many hands before yours. It is stained with hopes and expectations; old fears create a musky scent. But now it is in your clumsy hands---for your eyes to decipher, to wring meaning out of [although these words have been read innumerable times before, you are confident in the freshness of your breathed air and mind]. Take care of this book while it is yours; your tragedies and triumphs mark the pages too, now. Ripping it up would destroy the story for the next reader. This book is not so much about plot as little things previously scribbled in the margins and what you let it teach you. Do you want to put your name with all the other ones in the front cover? Or just read silently, leaving only a tear-stain? Completely open to interpretation, this story. And when you come to the end, you unconsciously write the next sentence in permanent pen. Read it as many times as you want before it's taken back. [i_had_to_write_this_for_class] 060312 what's it to you? who go blather from