June 4th 1989 in China, a man with shopping bags stood against tanks as his people were murdered by Chinese soldiers. Some think that he was executed by firing squad, others believe he escaped.
Oh to be that brave.
destiny awaits .
Trying to imagine who might find a box and what they might think or do with it is interesting.
The right poem to the right person might be a revelation. The wrong poem might be
devastation, to most I guess it will be meaningless.
Where is the compassion boundary?
At our front door, town edge or beach? Should we include hedgehogs and donkeys, retired goalkeepers and stray dogs within our compassion boundary but not ....
You know how you've judged someone as miserable, creepy or stupid and then you get to know them and they are great.
Why do we still do that?
The trouble is that arguments are so exciting,
especially when you know that you have that killer point that your opponent hasn't thought of.
You will never know if it was your penny
that made the total big enough.
Thank you for reading this - I wonder what our connection is?
When something hurts, we learn from it.... well... I dont, but it is a good idea if you do.
For some, it is finding a spelling mistake.
For others it is money.
The most common mistake in searching for the big H, is looking for it in the wrong place, again and again and.....
I hope that this poem will help someone release themselves and fill their own 'me' shaped mold.
Its a secret of course, but having the ability to laugh at life and farts must count high.
Have you heard about The Barnum effect?
Hoping someone young at heart will enjoy this.