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How we danced through the night, with the hackers and painters, Physicists and sculptors, whose_ minds and our bodies, for brief moments one speaking, then laughing, growing together testing and probing, pushing our limits.. Pinoy and Caribe, Indian, Catalan. We danced and we drank and we dreamed of the future When all now inside us, might aging memory be So we opened our hearts and we spun one another and danced through the night, we the hackers and painters.

To live, is one more breath, drunk deep to love, is one short moment, shared, true to serve, is a new lesson, in sacrifice to die, releasing all once more, humility. So I take a deep breath, for litany: To live, to love, to serve, to die? Perhaps, but first, in the wake will I lie, and watch as the morning's first wave, crashes by my side ... Dum spiro, spero While I breathe, I hope

warm me touch me grow me fill me no at my limit i cry to the winds take me when hope is gone and love is lost there must be another path a way off this cliff a move back from the edge but if we must rest here a while touch me warm me take me

To live, to love, to serve, to die ? Perhaps, but first, in the wake will I lie, and watch as the morning's first wave, crashes by my side ... Dum spiro, spero While I breathe, I hope

To feel adrift, and yet anchored to eternity, by some link as yet unseen; To see in the rain, gently rolling off the curve of spring's new green, a drop so perfect as to stop time entirely; And in the course of its fall, yourself to melt_ into eternity, wakened from the dream only by the splash as it disintegrates into; the moment come full circle: in You Waken or dreaming, (and does it really matter)? Is time a line, or just an ocean's ebb and flow? Riding waves we'd be, and straining to see over crests, whitecaps crowning the darkest blue of night, and in the chaos, we in this life set adrift, as witnesses, but yet straini

All life is meaningless, and empty, and struggle; tooth and nail, day by day, with ourselves, with those we claim to love, and with those we do And the struggle seems pointless, but it builds something truly nontrivial, if we let it: Through struggle knowledge, through knowledge understanding, through understanding wisdom. If "the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom," then truly the end is understanding that you have truly understood nothing. In that moment the soul empties, of everything, of all the ballast of knowing, and we can be reborn, encountering God now for the second time.

In this landscape, where I now dream, and who knows if I will wake ... But while I dream, the light of this world still shines on my face And there it is: so many answers I do not know. But this: inside me there is a meal, and with it, a sense of being, sated. And I am filled ... with the hope, and the light. And I dream again; this day near Ottignie ...

Je suis pas le même après Tout ce qui s'est passé dans ma vie Je sais pas comment Pourquoi .. Je dois expliquer comment? Mais je suis suis pas le même

How we danced through the night, with the hackers and painters Physicists, sculptors, minds and bodies were one Speaking, then laughing and pushing our limits Pinoy and Caribe, Indian, Catalan... We danced and we drank and we dreamed of the future When all inside us might well memories be So we opened our hearts and we spun one another and we danced through the night, we the hackers and painters