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the public eye

Though I am retrenching in my burrow and my brief time of playing Portland rock clubs may be coming to a close, Erik and I are going to try to record most of our live set tonight. I may have audible goodies to post soon.

Little review here. Ah, fame.

We all leave as the wind; she is gone and we also shall go. Such things often happen in the way of love. There is despair and mercy, illusion and security. Though the body of desire cannot understand the secrets, adversity cannot knock away the polo ball of good fortune. One must hear with the ear of the mind and the heart, not with that of the body. The struggle of the spirit with the body of desire is unending. Lament! For there is cause to mourn.

Conference of the Birds (I haven't read it), Farid-Ud-Din Attar

 

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