Myspace For Girls Only - MyGirlySpace.com"what could he say that might make sense to them? could he say love was, above all, common cause, shared experience? that was the vital cement, wasn't it? could he say how he felt about their being here tonight on this wild world running around a big sun which fell through a bigger space falling through yet vaster immensities of space, maybe toward and away from something? could he say: we share this billion-mile-an-hour-ride. we have common cause against the night. you start with little common causes. why love the boy in a march field with his kite braving the sky? because our fingers burn with the hot string singeing our hands. why love some girl viewed from a train, bent to a country well? the tongue remembers iron water cool on some long lost noon. why weap at strangers dead by the road? they resemble friends unseen in forty years. why laugh when clowns are hit with pies? we taste custard, we taste life. why love the woman who is your wife? her nose breathes in the air of a world that i know; therefore i love that nose. her ears hear music i might sing half the night through; therefore i love her ears. her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so i love those eyes. her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; i love to hear it speaking. because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, i know fire, snow, and pain. shared and once again shared experience. billions of prickling textures. cut one sense away, cut part of life away. cut two senses; life halves itself on the instant. we love what we know, we love what we are. common cause, common cause, common cause of mouth, eye, ear, tongue, hand, nose, flesh, heart and soul." - ray bradbury
