http://worldsmostpreciouscargo.com/blog/1 <p> The embodiment of what </p> <p> lies at the core of dreams, </p> <p> in limbs that move as in </p> <p> a dance; the thrust at the heart </p> <p> of eyes that pour </p> <p> deep voilet in one's lap, </p> <p> the music that follows, </p> <p> the throb at the top of the head: </p> <p> what are these </p> <p> but indices </p> <p> to what can never be attained! </p> <p> Some warriors died thus </p> <p> the sun flashing in their eyes, </p> <p> and others in wet sand </p> <p> not able to withstand </p> <p> the drag of watervoices and </p> <p> the treachery in ears! </p> <p> -Arthur Gregor </p> http://worldsmostpreciouscargo.com/post/1/6 Mon, 12 May 2008 19:43:54 -0400 <p> To the person that helped me win the bible drill in Flatwood KY, early 90s (you know who you are) thank you! That is one of my best memories. Good trick, too. </p> <p> To the person that gave me Matt/Ben dream, thanks, I guess?!? </p> <p> Still can't figure out why you told me to stay off that website, though. </p> <p> Hugs and Kisses to the man that gave me Egyptian electricity lesson. That memory has made me giggle frequently. &quot;Do you like it? It's Egyptian?&quot; BWHAHA </p> http://worldsmostpreciouscargo.com/post/1/4 Tue, 15 Apr 2008 22:15:16 -0400 <div style="clear: right; float: right"> </div> <p> My favorite Pearl Jam song: </p> <p> She nursed him there, ooh, over a night<br /> I wasnt so sure she wanted him to stay<br /> What to say...what to say<br /> But soon she was down, soon he was low<br /> At a quarter past...a holy no...<br /> She had to turn around<br /> <br /> When she couldnt hold, oh...she folded...<br /> A dissident is here<br /> Escape is never, the safest path<br /> Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here<br /> <br /> And to this day, shes glided on<br /> Always home but so far away<br /> Like a word misplaced<br /> Nothing said, what a waste<br /> When she had contact...with the conflict...<br /> There was meaning, but she sold him to the state<br /> She had to turn around<br /> <br /> When she couldnt hold...she folded...<br /> A dissident is here<br /> Escape is never, the safest path<br /> Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...oh...oh...<br /> <br /> She gave him away when she couldnt hold...no...she folded...<br /> A dissident is here escape is never, the safest path<br /> Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...<br /> Couldnt hold on...she couldnt hold...no...she folded...<br /> A dissident is here<br /> Escape is never the safest place, oh...<br /> A dissident is here </p> http://worldsmostpreciouscargo.com/post/1/3 Tue, 15 Apr 2008 21:16:53 -0400 <p> Man: Spare some change? </p> <p> Me: I don't have any money. </p> <p> Man: Do you love Jesus? </p> <p> Me: Yes, sir. Very much. Do you? </p> <p> Man: no answer </p> <p> Me (to myself) Lord, help me tell this man about you </p> <p> Man broke into the biggest most beautiful smile I had ever seen. He spread his arms and glowed. It was as if his feet came up off the sidewalk for a split second. He was lovely. He had bright blue eyes. I looked away for a split second, and then he just disappeared. </p> <p> &nbsp; </p> <p> To that man: My only wish is to see you again </p> <p> To anyone else: If you see this man, tell him I am sick of love. </p> <p> &nbsp; </p> <p> Edited to add: There is a video of this floating around out there somewhere if you know how to get it. If you get your hands on this video, please email it to: <a href="mailto:tms@worldsmostpreciouscargo.com">tms@worldsmostpreciouscargo.com</a> </p> <p> &nbsp; </p> http://worldsmostpreciouscargo.com/post/1/2 Tue, 15 Apr 2008 20:57:48 -0400 <p> I wonder if the Pope and the President will talk about Jesus. I would like to hear what they have to say about him. </p> http://worldsmostpreciouscargo.com/post/1/1 Tue, 15 Apr 2008 20:26:42 -0400