Dear Log,
Today it's 101F, haze, smoke (from Arizona burning to a crisp), and wind storms that are beginning to be dust storms -- which in time may become real sandstorms. And they say the monsoons may start soon.
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
... there will be nothing
chromatic on 2002-07-02T14:43:50
Are you sure? I'm pretty sure fear tracked dirt all over my living room. Fear... or the cat.
