"To sail away to half discoverd places, to see the secrets so few eyes have seen...to see moments of enchantment on our faces, moments when we smile, and those between."

"Are you talking about Nubia now?" she asked.

"Well, yes, in a way."

She sighed and cradled her chin with her fist. "If I could leave this place then I'd go sailing to corners of my land where there would be sweet summer winds of liberty prevailing... a beauty so magestic and so free."

"There'd be no ties of time or space to bind me!" He smiled at the thought.

"And no horizon I could not persue!"

"We'd leave the world's misfortunes far behind us."

A single tear leaked from her eye, "I'd put my faith and trust in something new..."



A note to all you philosephy majors: no one wants to hear about Neitzche. He was an insane pshycotic man who died in a freak fire in the funny farm. He also would have reviered Hitler as an overman. Do we really want to quote him in class? No. Plus, showing off is not an atractive trait. Just shove it about your superior philosephy skills. No one fucking cares.

Two wonderful gentlemen have told me I have a beautiful smile. *smiles* This makes me happy.

So off to sleep and pet sit and back to work in la manana.