September 16, 2002

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  Listening to this song performed by Sarah Brightman… Thinking…

  
  

  Toads and logisticians. The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being. The difference between love and logic is that in the eyes of a lover, a toad can be a prince, whereas in the analysis of a logistician, the lover would have to prove that the toad was a prince, an enterprise destined to dull the shine of many a passion. –T.R.
  

  
  

  Many a passion of mine has been less than prince-like. Not toads. No, never toads, but certainly some who have made my friends go, “Errr?”
  
  

  The unconventional has always intrigued me. The large nose. The spiky hair. The soft tummy. The short stature. The crooked teeth. The tall and skinny. The chubby cheeks. Gray, freckles, glasses, scars, wrinkles around the eyes. These “imperfections” are more interesting than a Calvin Klein ad. Beauty is to be found in whatever stress or adventure caused the skin to wrinkle or the hair to go gray. It’s in the blending of bloodlines to create a dark-skinned creature with freckles and green eyes. It’s in what makes the human so strong after being teased as a child for the nose, the tummy, the four eyes, the scrawniness–and living to tell the tale.
  
  

  Make me laugh, I say. Make me cry. Make me bounce and sway. Tell a story that elicits a sigh or gasp. Move me. Show me you care. I’ll melt.

  
  

  

  
  

  

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