Words, Pictures, pencils, inks, and paper. The bounce and sound of the net's 'koosh'. Moving images of reality, fantasies, and dreams. The hustle and the drops of perspiration as I go from drops to lobs, from drives to smashes.
A soul whose image is not immaculate. One who can share in my trials and tribulations. One who I can face certain jeopardies with, and one who can parody my existance with a gentle persuation and subtle rage. A person whose soul voice a sound as deep as my own. One who can be a friend, a foe, and a muse.
Someone who can decipher the confustion of my words. A person who can look into the broken fragments of a mirror and see the reality of the reflection that it cast. Someone who has: 'the serenity to accept the things that cannot be changed; courage to change the things that can; wisdom to know the difference;' and the strenght to challenge conventional wisdom and plow a path of their own.
Someone who shares the same elusive perfection of one's own exsistance.
Any whose beat and rhythm carry a message that inspire, that sadden, that enlighten, and bring forth joy.
What Dreams May Come, Iron Man, Renniasance Man, Batman (1 and 2)
One Tree Hill, How I Met Your Mother, Big Bang Theory
The Giving Tree, is the greatest children's book ever written, EVER!
The Lorax is the second best book ever written.
Comic Books (Astonishing X-Men, Ultimate X-Men, Ultimates, Exiles, Superman/Batman)
My Grandfather (Tatay), Mom, and Dad