Clowns Are From Heaven

I am reading "the Quiet Girl" by Peter Hoeg. It is about a world famous circus clown with psychic abilities who ends up trying to rescue a young girl with the same abilities from some one's diabolical clutches (I have not found out who yet). Its set in Denmark and its literary category is "magical realism". How fantastic is that?!?!?! I hope that someday when people look back on my life they file it under magical realism.

Our hero's name is Kaspar Krone. He can sense in people the slightest fluctuation in emotion, health, and  spirit.  He encounters a woman along his adventure that is very sad and he offers to give her singing lessons as a way to help her. Something about this really stuck with me. It sound so simple and lovely to be able to help someone by giving them singing lessons.

Humanity, I Love you

I wont bore you with the whole poem but my favorite part goes like this:
...
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down
on it...

E.E.Cummings

On to Buckminster Fuller...

*Treehouse inspired by Buckminster Fuller Geodesic dome*

"...Animals don't have any money, and the sun and the wind doesn't have any money. Money is some kind of invention of humans...  There is a greater intelligence operating in the universe than human intelligence and if you'll commit yourself in faith to that, you may find that you can get on."

Lastly, Alexander Calder.
"[Calder] is renowned for the invention of the mobile, whose suspended, abstract elements move and balance in changing harmony."
Whatever this picture makes you think of him, I hope that someday, when you look at me, you will get that same feeling.