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Covetousness, like a candle ill made, smothers the splendor of a happy fortune in its own grease.


Yesterday saw a rather misty start to the day. Here is a view from Salamanca of the Telecom [Telstra?] tower with some hills in the background.

There is a couple that I know that seem as desperately in love as they were when they first met over twenty years ago. They are deeply committed to each other, treat each other with the utmost respect, and remain as passionate about each other as teenagers.

They share all decisions equally, power is evenly balanced between the two, and they truly seem to respect and admire each other as human beings as well as lovers. They tell me that their love life is rich and exciting and that they continue to stimulate each other intellectually and emotionally.

It really is enough to make you sick.
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Anonymous said…
I couldn't agree more
21 January 2009 at 11:19
freefalling said…
You do not.
(IE: know someone like that!)
21 January 2009 at 19:04
yournotalone said…
Balance between left brain (rational part) and right brain (emotional) is not easy to achieve.

We start our lives with no capacity for critical thinking, but end up with little love towards this badly managed world:D

I'm think I am talking about myself
21 January 2009 at 19:50
Kris McCracken said…
Tess, we are of a like mind, which means that you must be very smart!

;)
23 January 2009 at 10:59
Kris McCracken said…
FF, well, I used to...
23 January 2009 at 10:59
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, it can be a bleak house at times, this world. I'm trying to find the good little things to focus on at the moment!
23 January 2009 at 11:00
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