Rocks on Rocks
A little poem
I like words. They have mystifying power. Words affect us without our consent or understanding. Great words do not have to make sense, and great phrases can be simple, complex, long-winded, brief, and on and on. The words catch you and then they have you, and it is too late to unhear them. I like some level of mystery and believe we sometimes channel the unconscious which, of course, reveal the most important things. That is one key difference between a romantic and a rationalist. Romantics are about the experience more than dissecting the event or feeling. Well, I guess I am a little of both.