Dreams of Escape

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive fore the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on hte pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

("The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by W.B. Yeats)

The Sage

And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."

And he answered, saying:

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.

You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;

And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;

And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."

Say not, "I have found the path of the soul."

Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."

For the soul walks upon all paths.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

(Self-Knowledge by Khalil Gibran)

Introductions

This is silly. Why am I doing this? After all, I am a walking blog. It seems like I wear my heart and emotions in my sleeve at all times. I am an emotional nudist who is providing one more opportunity for the world to see and visually explore my not-so-private parts. Yes, perhaps this blog is overkill. On the other hand, it might just be cathartic for me -- a sort of journal that no one else may ever read. Or maybe I am doing this because I was inspired by another person's blog and wanted to figure out a way to express myself more eloquently than my normal abrupt and awkward ways...
Regardless. Read me, ignore me, criticize me, laugh at me, praise me, or disregard me; here I am.