Timnath Serah (and what comes before)

Who would have known the extent to which such endeavors would lead? The tangled mess of trying and failing all wrapped together with a fortune in gold. And all this before my morning coffee. My original quest thusly thwarted, the time has arisen for plan B. I watched recently on TV many great scientists argue about the time of origin for the Shroud of Turin. According to the scientific method, scientific proof comes from being able to repeat the same procedure and consistently end up with the same result. Well now, it seems that consistently when various scientists are giving their professional opinions on something, say the Shroud of Turin for example, the result, time after time, seems to be a very predictable lack of agreement. Does science disprove the scientific method?

Breaking forward in the relative movements of spring and poetry capture spiders in glory. Hallucinations require no more perfection than a great quantity of translated cash can give you. Moments lost beyond time strike like bells the memories of forgotten heroes. Meandering through the cyclic maze of fear and torment found it's own way in its own sweet time to the forefront of all. Perhaps we should just once let go of the magic of their lives and the torture of the expectations our children have yet to bring upon us. We can only be here you know. We can only disconnect from that which we have once before been connected to.

Why the tears, my friend? Why the blackened soul beneath the fantastic facade of joy and success? Where do you find it? Where do you bring your temptations when they cling to the inside of your warmest winter coat? What has taken you away from the future you were promised? If I were to lament the end not yet arrived, would my tears be sufficient to prime the pump of the Spirit in your soul? I have tried once you know. The morning before all that came after, was the greatest heartbreak of my life. But it doesn't really matter. You struck out on your own; you left me behind. It's OK though. Once it's all over, what's done is done. Maybe you can, but don't even try.

posted by Lauren @ Wednesday, April 14, 2004