Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.

9.14.2008

Magnet Poetry Selections of the Day

By patrons in the teen area of our library:

the whale has a smell

illustrated poetry

imagine how every day i have more character

science is easy

chair but be ancient

monster will like magic

am life

with funkly

me want cry very loud

am bad poet i know it

real heavy to soft & score big so dance dark one like big hearts and look sweet

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