White stuff all around. Strange forbidding atmosphere pervades. Joyous faces everywhere. It must be snowing!
And, you know, snow is v like power - it falls from an unseen distance, melts in the hand, yet can be rolled up and chucked in your face. And every snowflake is different, like every little flake of power.
Like every clump of influence, and every snowman of control, the world is created and recreated anew by snow, I mean power. Ideas are given form, acrue... but 1 day will start to turn to mush.
But what is power? That's what I'd like to know - iced water? frozen change? yet-to-melt will?
Looking around me, I think I now know. It is love.
Now I have the power of love.
Posted on Jan 28, 2004, 9:44 AM from IP address 62.64.228.43