My last star has fallen...

In what seemed like one split second I lost what I held most dear to me... at the mere blink of an eye it was all gone... so I ran after you, and held on as tight as my tiny hand could grasp.

Already weak from all the torment I could not allow myself to let go.

Love that once shined so bright turned dark and angry...

I loved you more than I ever dreamed of loving someone. You were the last star in my big lonely sky. My only dream ever to come true...

But now you’re going to end up like all the rest.

I tried...I tried so hard.

But my love isn't enough anymore. I will never forget you.

My last star has fallen...

Babies May Think Deep Thoughts

Baby may not be saying much at five months but she could be thinking deep thoughts.

Researchers have found that five-month-old babies can comprehend concepts for which they have not yet learned words, thus answering the age-old question: Which comes first, an idea or the language to express it?

"How do we think about the world before we are corrupted by culture and the world?" One way to learn is to look at babies.

Researchers found that 5-month-old babies being reared in English-speaking homes were able to grasp the difference between a loose fit and a tight fit - putting a pencil into a plastic cup, for instance, versus stacking a second cup inside the first. By showing that babies growing up in English-speaking homes are sensitive to the distinction, the researchers demonstrated that some forms of thinking do precede language.

Moreover, infants seem to share fundamental ideas about the world around them that languages later alter.

Babies can learn any language but eventually lose the ability to detect foreign sounds - this is partly why it is difficult to learn a second language at an older age.

However, humans don't lose the ability to learn distinctions in meaning.

Mature Love

Contrary to Nina’s “I don’t want to be your friend”, I am not going to hate him because you want me to. I am not going to be mean to him just because he was mean to me. I am not going to fall out of love with him, just because he fell out first.

I am going to sit next to him… I am going to talk to him… I am going to be his best friend.

Unlike you, I do not hate him for what he did.

I am not mad,

I no longer hurt.

I do miss him … sometimes more than others … today was one of those sometimes. I miss talking to him, I miss hugging him when I get my SuperSup award. I miss sharing everything with him.

I don’t miss being with him really; I just miss him being there. I want him in my life and if I have to come home every night and cry myself to sleep because I am not the person who makes him happy, I will.

But I will not hate him…

I will not be mad at him…

I will be his friend.

Ride On

Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed.

The fact is that most putts don't drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to be just people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, and most jobs are more often dull than otherwise.

Life is like an old time journey...

Delays…
Sidetracks…
Smoke…
Dust…
Cinders…
And jolts…

… Interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas, and thrilling bursts of speed.

The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride…

So, ride on…