The Linux Kernel is Bloated and Sad

George! It just occurred to me that we were given an easy ride into the now.

Fall in love with your world. Your world doesn't have to be perfect, love embraces imperfections often finding in them clear points of endearment. Or imperfection can draw us in by way of compassion, we come to understand we do not ever suffer alone.

You don't have to be perfect.Yet Love in the now is the fulfillment of each moment. The achievement of life's highest purpose. Sacrificial love, love that yearns to give.

So why not begin where we wish to end? Fall in love with your world and you will not find it hard to stay in the moment you've come to cherish.

Where else can we hope to perfect our loving, free it of doubt and hesitation
so it may jump the bones of the now and prepare us to stand and deliver.
 
Visions of children's faces carved in stone do not improve my day. Maybe I misinterpret this poem but this is the central theme that grabs me. Faces of dead children.
 
I've spent some time Re reading about these little children. To be honest I never saw this poem
in the way you have. But I have to admit Your intermediation is possible.

I've always thought of the stone as the eternal aspect of youth the singing it's expression of joy
The children darting in and out of the temporal and the eternal whose "silence.of stone silence"
Is the unchanging while the children singing is the aspect that is forever renewing it self.

This has always given me joy. Which is not to say that was anyone's intention.
We walk thought this world turning over those stones that are of interest to us.
We do not always see the other side of the stone the same way.
 
If we have to eat them we should at lest sacrifice them ...In this economy ya have to recycle....I think that's written in nature some where...ya could look it up.
 
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