Fall

I see the fall colors of red yellow and orange
I see the waxy green leaves disappear
I watch as the pieces painted red yellow and orange find their way to the soft carpet of grass
I think to myself
This is the cycle of life
This is the way that life is
All things in their time
Will fall to the soft carpet of grass
The question becomes
When it becomes our turn to fall to the soft carpet of grass
Will we have allowed ourselves to be changed
to be painted in bright red, yellow or orange
Forever leaving our beautiful essence in the world as we go


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Computer curse

So Here I am on this electronic device wondering if its well distracting.Yes it is a great medium for passing on information but do I use it, do we as a society use it so we don't think.
I am not implying no one out there thinks, and I know I use the computer to research lots of things,
But I mean think
really really think
like Einstein think 
or Galileo Galilei think
are we so stuck in the not thinking virtual reality that is brought to us so effortlessly
that streams so much in to our mind that we have no room to think any independent thoughts because we are so busy with the influx of mindless info from the virtual world! 
I just wonder what would happen if we walked away from the mindless chatter for one day, one week, one month, one year-can you imagine what we might accomplish as individuals, as a society, how about the entire world!!!!
It is a fascinating thought to say the least
do I think it will happen,
I don't know
BUT if you can unplug for a day or a week or a month, you def need to tell us about it!



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Fall

I see the fall colors of red yellow and orange
I see the waxy green leaves disappear
I watch as the pieces painted red yellow and orange find their way to the soft carpet of grass
I think to myself
This is the cycle of life
This is the way that life is
All things in their time
Will fall to the soft carpet of grass
The question becomes
When it becomes our turn to fall to the soft carpet of grass
Will we have allowed ourselves to be changed
to be painted in bright red, yellow or orange
Forever leaving our beautiful essence in the world as we go
Nicole Brown



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