I can no more endure to view;
such wondorous sight of celestrial hue.
I drown in your halo.
You orbit my soul.
The soul is larger then the sky,
Deeper then the ocean, or the abysmal dark of the unfathomed center.
Spiral, spin, ride the whirlwind.
Knowing when the drumming stops, therell be no second dance.
Blink and its gone,
A moment,
A breathe,
A dance of the mayflies.
Just enough. for a lifetime.



There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter