Friday, May 12, 2006

The snow crunched beneath their feet and it glittered diamonds as the sunlight caught it.
"It must be hard," said Laura, "not being alive."
"You mean it's hard for you to be dead?
Look, I'm still going to figure out how
to bring you back, properly. I think
I'm on the right track-"
"No," she said. "I mean, I'm grateful.
And I hope you really can do it. I did
a lot of bad stuff..." She shook her
head. "But I was talking about you."
"I'm alive," said Shadow. "I'm not
dead. Remember?"
"You're not dead," she said. "But I'm
not sure that you're alive, either. Not
really."
From "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman

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Sometimes we look around and the entire world seems to be grey, but it never is.. the world is red, like fire, it isn't abou t guilt, pain, happiness or a silly smile that enchants you. It's about all those things that really matter and in the end what could matter more than to be free and happy without concerning where is the ground on the next step. Fire, like most of us, takes what it can to survive and grow.

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