June 06, 2007 - 11:36 p.m.
He gave us free will. I chose french fries instead of a baked potato. Glass of cold beer in a frosted mug in lieu of vintage, red wine at room temperature. Isn't it punishment enough she refuses to dine with me this evening. Cast out of her light. Isolated. Why add torture to the atonement, punishment unless he/she is some omnipotent, deranged, sadistic deity. Without moral conscious, compassion. Empathy...
Little candle knew only the light. Always a part of the illuminarios and candelabrums. Each day passed the wax felt more insignificant. Unexpectantly, without warning, the candlemaker blew out the little candle. It was finally alone. With no purpose. In complete darkness except for the glow of the other candles nearby. To know the exact opposite, what you can no longer experience, can you appreciate what you have, what you are, or were today, and yesterday.
~ Soldier Girl
