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happiness is not a dream, it is just not the way you thought about it, well at least not the way I thought about it. there is not a quantifiable peace on earth. there is heartache and suffering. it's the between in which I live. where dreams do come true, little dreams, there is still hope, there is still happiness, a laugh, a moment of fun, after all. I know, I'M IRish.

Death marches on and on hurrah, hurrah! How do you face your mortality, friend? Everyone dies. Everything is in a state of change, shifting and mesmerizing. What's next? Noone knows, the great philosophical question. We all possess energy. Where does it go? Everywhere. Becomes part of the Great Tapestry of Life. Each time we meet a person, no matter our response, it effects our lives. Change, always change. Change, always change. I will change when I die. How and to what is the great mystery....

Seems I've been fading away recently. A feeling of isolation, irritation, just seems something's a bit off! Working very hard on my "little writing" on urbis, Found a block, you know,... what now? Haven't been using my gray matter as much as say, someone in school does. Well now I've been going to school. Around-a-bout matter to boot. I have a myspace, a friend read a blog entry and turned me on to "the Urbis". He's been getting credits since. Nice for him. Urbis, well, I'll confide in you al...

WE LIVE, WE DIE. I learned that early in life. Five and a half years old, a tiny little blonde haired blue eyed nymph, lost her mother. Yes loss comes hard sometimes. My mother was 36 years old. Left 5 children between the ages of 3-11. A little tough going laid ahead for us all. You could read it in their eyes during the viewing. I was told to sit in a chair, I did. People walked by and looked at the five of us, and just started to cry. It got so intense I remember thinking I must of done so...

I shall start my account by introducing myself. I am the “Watcher”. Most of those present are referred to in such a manner. It is considered to be an original title, a description of sorts, each title reflecting the Province of origin. All have been referred to by many names over the years, a few have acquired so many it becomes confusing to all. For simplicity, The Rules of the gathering require original titles. Shortening of the title is permitted, if desired, only after each has been prope...