Isaiah 46

 3 "Listen to me, O house of Jacob,
       all you who remain of the house of Israel,
       you whom I have upheld since you were conceived,
       and have carried since your birth.

 4 Even to your old age and gray hairs
       I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
       I have made you and I will carry you;
       I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

 5 "To whom will you compare me or count me equal?
       To whom will you liken me that we may be compared?

 6 Some pour out gold from their bags
       and weigh out silver on the scales;
       they hire a goldsmith to make it into a god,
       and they bow down and worship it.

 7 They lift it to their shoulders and carry it;
       they set it up in its place, and there it stands.
       From that spot it cannot move.
       Though one cries out to it, it does not answer;
       it cannot save him from his troubles.

 8 "Remember this, fix it in mind,
       take it to heart, you rebels.

 9 Remember the former things, those of long ago;
       I am God, and there is no other;
       I am God, and there is none like me.

so im back. i would have written if china hadnt blocked xanga.

ive missed writing here. or maybe i miss something that i used to do. or my writing is evolving into something else. when do you know when youve outgrown something--a person, a club, a group, parents, a school, a subject, an idea, a belief, a desire...i dont know. or maybe some of us never outgrow anything...and is that a good thing?

what's funny is that now that ive been gone so long, it's easier to feel free to do something else. maybe that's how life goes. im sure that it is.

but with writing, it's got to be more than sharing a life. or is that what it's really about?

i think im just tired tonite.