[Pretend I Am Isaac Newton In His Last Weeks Of Experiments And Life.] Mania broke like a ship, on the rocky pills they tell me I need to live, these days. Now, everything ripples, and nothing seems so certain-gold as it did, for example, yesterday morning. There have been several disasters already, for example, this place, or that person, or the bird tangled in wire, or the not-sleeping cat, the dissolution of all this mercury into my hands, the sulphuric acid that Doctor Champagne threw into the lake.
And yet, feathers still fall through the buttery white bars of sunlight in the laboratory, and feathers still land like caricatures of themselves, upon my knee. And the sky still turns inside-out upon itself, and the stars are still peopled with everything that we may have lost, that was really worth having. In you, dear, I have seen this philosopher's stone; and I can not help but to, with some kind of compulsive drive, transform every atom into life, like shaking, air-thin gold. Is your boss reading your email? ....Probably Keep your messages private by using Lycos Mail. Sign up today at http://mail.lycos.com _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
