Monday, December 21, 2009


if nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.
if things didnt move and turn and tick, nothing beautiful would exist. perfection, in an instant, exists only because of all the whirring and whisking and churning. like cake batter. the fluffiest cakes are whisked the longest.
but sometimes, brownies taste better.
is there really a divine cycle to life? does what goes around really come around? is everything weighed and measured and balanced, so that everything you do is, payment, for something else?

1 comment:

  1. *sqeak* what goes around, comes around. And yes, if we were to believe Einstein. Smart man. Believe.