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Wow, it's been a while, wouldn't y'all say? ;o)
I thought that since I changed my pic in my profile, I'd do the car some justice and put its pic in one of my posts. So . . .
BEHOLD!!! The EXECUTIONER!!! ;o) (From Baz Luhrman's "Romeo and Juliet.")
About one hundred and forty years ago, pen touched paper, soul touched hand, and a masterwork of literature was born. Those who know me deeply will recall that the hand and soul that wrote that masterwork were those of Victor Hugo, and Les Miserables his masterpiece. One portion, in particular, has continually left me in such deep human emotions of joy, love, and longing, and such deep thought, that it has never ceased to be a starting point for my own reflection.
I plan, tonight, to make this--my first Xanga post in a while--into a journal of thoughts based upon one part of that one portion--the portion entitled: "A Heart Beneath a Stone."
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"I encountered in the street, a very poor young man who was in love.
His hat was old, his coat was worn, his elbows were in holes;
water trickled through his shoes, and the stars through his soul."
I think we all, at some time or another, have found ourselves to be dressed like this young man, even being this man from time to time. We care about someone, we do our best to show them the love we feel, and they date the nut from two doors down who treats 'em like crap. We adore someone, but come to find out that they are wondering if they should be with someone else, and you sacrifice yourself, putting your heart on the back burner, to do what you think will make them happy, all the time knowing that there are going to be heart wounds because of it--and to nobody else but you. We serve people, do favors for them, yet get our faces rubbed in the dirt.
A little nick here, some loosened thread there, a tear or two . . . They add up over time. Water seeps in, and soon the clothes become unwearable--too many holes, too much mold, too many buttons missing to hold the garments in place.
Isn't it great to know that there's a place where we can get our clothes mended up? I know of this place--it's just around the corner from you and me. A tailor's shop, specializing in the exact clothes you are wearing. Whatever the rip, tear, or nick, the One who owns the shop can fix it. Need a button? No problem. Yes, that tear in your sleeve is repairable. He'll even make adjustments for those clothes you're wearing.
If you'll look down while the Tailor is working, by the way, you will notice that your clothes are changing. No longer are you going to wear the rags of the rabble, for as he works, the Tailor masterfully weaves your rags into the finest attire, for you are the child of the King, and no child of His should wear clothes other than those hand-crafted by the Tailor. The holes created by the loss of a heart and the loss of heart-connection between you and the King disappear. The thread you weaved in an attempt to cover yourself of your nakedness is transformed through the masterful hands of the Tailor. The strands of cotton become strands of gold, the plastic buttons silver. Diamonds replace the pearl cufflinks that were long since lost. What gold that you were already wearing becomes platinum.
The Tailor's shop is always open, should your new clothes need a repair of any sort. He realizes that even though his work is of the highest quality, the owner of the pieces will, undoubtedly, make a mistake and :::R:I:P:::!!! And then they return to the shop, since it is not all that far away
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just around the corner from you and me. |
Find it on "The Complex," which is a great cd. Good for "Test Driving" stereo systems at the store, ya know?