Synchronicity

Do you know how much gas $20 will get you at the Chevron on Lake Mead & Tenaya?

6.669 gallons.

I had to laugh :)

Happy Day of the Beast, y'all.

Bodies: The Exhibit

I'm wondering why, even in rich text mode, I no longer have access to the 'insert link' function. Having to type the html crap to insert a link is a pain in the ass, but I guess I can do it for the sake of art:

<a href="http://www.tropicanalv.com/ent_bodies.asp">Bodies: The Exhibit at the Tropicana Hotel & Casino</a>

I don't know if this is an offshoot of Prof. Van Hagen's BodyWorlds exhibit or not, the Trop's splash page on it isn't extraordinarily informative, but from the vague mention of 'an innovative process' used to preserve the cadavers, I'd say not. Most BodyWorlds press releases include the word 'plastination'. But, whoever is putting it on is using the same process. I don't know if I'll go or not - the tickets are $24 for general admission. I saw BodyWorlds, the real deal,  in L.A. for $12.50.

Just Some Thoughts on Love and Deity

<center>I cannot teach you how to pray in words.

God listens not to your words save when he himself utters them through your lips.

And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and the forests and the mountains.

But you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayers in your heart.

- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923</center>

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But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears…

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody into the night

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923</center>