Tuesday, February 11, 2003

I have dreamed thee too long,
Never seen thee or touched thee, but known thee with all of my heart,
Half a prayer, half a song,
Thou has always been with me, though we have been always apart.
- Man of La Mancha

To each his Dulcinea, to me my Quixote...
I was born into a religion that I do not have enough reasons to be part of. Likewise, the possibility of switching has never occurred to me because I do not have enough cause to. I have been conveniently classified. For once in a slot outside my own making.