Letters in Sand


Aristotle posited that perfection implies a final finagling of purpose.
Empedocles made the point that perfection is pickled in imperfection.
There, written in the sand by my brother's daughter, is a plaudit to my wife's grandfather.

4 comments:

kelvin freely said...

don't you hate when people respond like this "mmm"

Anonymous said...

Oh man, is that what you wanted to say?
I guess I never thought about it.
But yeah, that just might suck.

kelvin freely said...

I hope that's not what I wanted to say. Or should I say, I don't hope that that's what I not didn't want to say.

think about it.

listen to the lyrics!

soapy t said...

it was then that i carried you.