I will share this poem that was written by a friend, that is renown as a Poet and Artist. His name is David Whited. He gave me a signed copy of this poem at his Vashon Island home on 9/8/95. Anyway here it go's....

Sadness drives a fast red car
Skids to a stop in your driveway.
Moves into the duplex next door.

Your neighbor comes to visit. hesitates.
She needs to talk to someone badly
She doesn't know why she cries
Woven there between sunlight & waking
Her voice is thin among the echoes.

& Oh, she knew he was smooth silence
But she dreamed like us, woke too early.
When the cat finally leaves it's time to move.
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Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of
Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter
of the gods.

-- Albert Einstein