01 Jan 2007
Neither incumbent nor activist
Finally I have learned
In every moment and task a chance
For the smallness of transcendence
Every moment has a soul
Every job deserves to be the only one
Living is not an art, it is a craft
Do the thing you’re doing really well
Forget about averages and history
Tides and ripples and echoes and memory
What your grandchildren will think of me
Once it starts to sway there’s only one way it can go
After all, who needs eyes to see
And diamonds will never make you believe
Butterfly effect
vanishing day