Sunday, March 22, 2020

When My Blue Moon Turns To Green Cheese Again






Wasn't the moon a lot more romantic before Mr. Armstrong tracked in all that crud. Of course most of you don't remember. Sometimes the beauty is in the mystery. 

The lucky ones are well aware of how little they know. 

We communicate with words. Most of us do. We "think" in words. We dream in words. What about all of those words in other languages that have no direct equivalent in English or whatever language you generally speak? 

You won't find a language or a culture that doesn't have lots of words for what we call love. So many words, not enough love.




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