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The little pink “panther”

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“Hey Matt, have you seen these babies?” I asked my 9 year-old nephew one time, while we were having lunch at their place.

“Sure, tita, they’ve been there for about 3 days already…” he said to me, referring to the new hamsters.

“For real?” I asked. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and went ahead to join the others.

I stuck around for a little longer, staring at how amazing it was that they were so miniturized they were, and yet all their organs were working, all their paws were formed, right down to the littlest claws. Amazed at how such things could survive, I snapped away with my phone camera, wanting to capture the beauty of their movements. Everything was fascinating up close, and  I was in awe at how I could see their organs beating through their nearly-transparent skin.

Despite the fact that these are tiny creatures were rodents, and could be considered vermin, they were in this primordial form, and it never failed to amaze me to see how surely they took their deep breaths of air into their little lungs, and how determined they were to seek out their mother’s teats to survive on the milk from them. 

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Although posting this photo may make it seem like it is in bad taste, I’ll do it anyway, as it is a good exercise in seeing how these tiny forms remind us of how great things are (however small they may be), when they happen. Viewing the world with a sense of wonder, always makes things worthwhile. 

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Video: “Like a Stone”

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Chris Cornell.

A friend of mine gave me my first taste of his music years ago. When I first listened to this song,  my first thought, “Wow…there is so much pain…”

News articles say that he killed himself by hanging, after years of dealing with substance abuse and anxiety disorder.

(There goes another one…I find it very tragic every time. )

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Like a Stone
On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we’ll die alone
And if we’re good, we’ll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I’ll wait for you there
Like a stone
I’ll wait for you there
Alone
On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I’ll wait for you there
Like a stone
I’ll wait for you there
Alone
Alone
And on…