By what a man is overcome, by this he is enslaved
Rosa-Lin (R-Oh-zuh-lin) n. : (1) a third child of the Ringer variety, known for being rediculous and prone to poor logic or confusion; often seen with species of the greek-mexican-christina persuasion, and believed to migrate Wabanna-ward in the summer by means of an unwashed and slightly dented '91 camry
(2) a hopelessly flawed open book of an indidividual; one who is apt to think way beyond one's ability to comprehend,
loves: God, coffee, siblings, children, books, art, friends, museums, music, making cookies
hates: Tuesdays, FES'ing, math, war, pork, pgcc, large glass vases, fear, buying gas
wants? I want to fold into myself 3 times over, slip into an envelope, and be mailed to a desert island.I'll live on wild fruit and the biggest problem I'll ever have to deal with is trying to get the sand out of my hair. You can come too if you want. We will listen to good music on a coconut radio and drink fresh island coffee as we watch the sun rise in a red haze over the sand dunes...I also want to be a better person, and a better Christian. I don't want to be a hypocrite.
"Sometimes I feel as though I were born in a circus, come out of my mothers womb like a man from a cannon, pitched toward the ceiling of the tent, all the doctors and nurses clapping in delight from the grandstand, the band going great guns in trombones and drums. I unfold and find flight hundreds of feet above the center ring, the smell of popcorn, the clowns gathered below amazed at my grace, all the people chanting my name as my arms come out like wings and move swan-like toward the apex where I draw them in, collapse my torso to my legs, roll over in perfection, then slowly give to gravity, my body falling back toward earth, the ground coming up so quick I can see the center ring growing enormous beneath my weight.
And this is precisely when it occurs to me there is no net.
And I wonder what is the use of a circus, and why a man should bother to be shot out of a cannon, and how fleeting is the applause of a crowd, and... who is going to rescue me?" ~ Donald Miller ~
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