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March 21, 2005

He said to me, "I know that on the other end, with you, I'm safe."

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
^{Matthew Arnold}

Something new, we both say. Make something, forge something, start something new. We say it a lot.

When I think of something new, I think: peace, love, joy. Who wrote this?: A marriage of true minds. That would be new.

When you think of something new, what do you think? You never say. Do you think what I think? Or do you think: leave me alone; that would be new.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe not. On mornings like this the day is already old when I get out of bed.

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