Jackie aka Jarks

I stole Hope's feathers, to make a pair of wings, but I flew too close to the sun, and came crashing down again.

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~ Wednesday, January 25 ~
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dnlfn: If you took the spot where your computer now sits and placed there instead a blue whale, this would be what you would see. I first clicked this link (yes, that one—click it, too) while listening to Damien Rice’s “Cold Water” and felt like I was communicating with God when confronted with the eye of the thing in the brief seconds before it was gone, in the brief seconds before I got lost in a gray expanse of something (is it still you that I see?) and started sharing it with others. So this is what a great commission feels like: I felt a call to join in worship with a group I could not see because it had yet to form. Perhaps my religion is blue whale.

dnlfn:

If you took the spot where your computer now sits and placed there instead a blue whale, this would be what you would see.

I first clicked this link (yes, that one—click it, too) while listening to Damien Rice’s “Cold Water” and felt like I was communicating with God when confronted with the eye of the thing in the brief seconds before it was gone, in the brief seconds before I got lost in a gray expanse of something (is it still you that I see?) and started sharing it with others. So this is what a great commission feels like: I felt a call to join in worship with a group I could not see because it had yet to form. Perhaps my religion is blue whale.


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