it_all_matters raze so often you're speaking to people who have no ears to hear what you say, and no mouths that will allow them to offer any words of their own. they have no hands to hold, and no eyes with which to meet yours. you try to say or do something that will hold some meaning, and it isn't heard. it isn't felt. it isn't seen. it's dead before it hits the ground. it doesn't mean a thing. and then sometimes you are seen, and heard, and felt, and spoken to, and you learn it really does matter. all of it. all the fumbling and failing wasn't for nothing, because it led you here. so here you are. where to next? 130318 ... Pilgrim Furthur 130319 what's it to you? who go blather from