I feel destined for greatness, a truth that I see and hope for. Yet I cannot be fooled, nor am I a fool, to fall pray for something I cannot claim. I look at myself in the glass window before me, me, the ghost that has barely whispered the graces of this universe, to claim greatness in its vastness is nothing more than a farce that has made me its inner joke. Yet the whispers are there, calling me from the depths that well up in me, unfilled depths that ache and tremble beneath the wait of the reality I see and touch and smell and taste. Yes the truth is there, in the darkness, beneath the universe and its vastness. What I would not give to know that truth, to find that destiny that lingers in the corners of my eyes, and just beyond my grasp.
So I’ve been on a hiatus for sometime now. To give an update; I’ve graduated with my BA in creative writing, moved to wales to pursue my MA in scriptwriting, and I have a whole new landscape in Wales to spur my photographic imagination. Expect a lot more coming soon. / Krist
Thanks to all of you who have commented on my art.
Regulus Space Theory: Revision. / When we view the universe we see a vast system of open and closed values. This universe is of naturally quantified time and space with equitable forces that can be finite or infinite, all of which is part of a grand unified-verse that spans trillions upon trillions of light years across. We study the basic make up of as we see it, but we do not seem to think to s…
I just recently edited the syllabus of a friend of mine’s. It was written by her prof for a history class. I must say that for a 60 some year old, his grammar reminds me of a four year olds. The six page reference was filled with more grammar errors than a comic strip done by Mad Magazine. I counted some eighteen run on sentences, misspellings of tons of every day words; and whats worse is …