Tuesday, March 4, 2008



It was a lovely night, one of those nights,dear reader which can only happen when
you are young. the sky was so bright and starry that when you looked at it the first question that came to your mind was weather it was really possible that all sorts of bad-tempered and unstable poeple could live under such a glorious sky. it is a question, dear reader, that would only occur to a young man,but may the good lord put it into your head as often as possible!...

from "White Nights" by Dostoevsky.

6 comments:

drips of paint said...

Hi Rob
Its talk wonders into one's soul. All ill tempered vanished for one slipt second looking at such gorgeous sight.

Oceanshaman said...

I've heard it said that when we experience beauty around us, we are seeing the spirit in the form . . .

Rob said...

Hello, good to see you two, hope all is well out there among the masses.

drips of paint said...

Helloooo anybody home?

Rob said...

yes indeed, Home, just finished a little gardening, and we are waiting for dinner to become ready, by itself, we are sitting here , concentrating, hopeing things are preparing themselves , i can hear a knife chopping on its own , frig door opening , closing, vegetables floating in and out of existence , in our kitchen where quantum laws fail and all is burned to perfection.
greetings Mr.Paint.

drips of paint said...

sounds so lovely .. made me laugh

have a good one!