We are as Clouds

Mutability
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! — yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same! — For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutablilty.

The Way Clouds Do by Christine Kane

[Thanks Alex!]

The Zone

"It took a while before I really understood the zone. Whether it's performing or writing songs, there's a place you can get to that has nothing to do with ego. I imagine it's what enlightenment feels like. My relationship with that place is what I work on most right now."

-- Christine Kane, from her Squidoo Lens

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