"The ideas that come out of science fiction are often more science than fiction." -Retired US Air Force General Michael E. Ryan, guest star on Stargate.

Okay. I'm still feeling like I'm floating with the wind. (And, NO, it's not from any unnatural stimulus. Humph.) Anyway, here's what I wrote early this morning, moments after the ball dropped in New York. (And they were a whole SECOND off this year! Duh!) Of course, this is the first thing I wrote this year.


The stars. They're so beautiful this night, it's as if they're calling out my name. They merely ask me to write something worthy of their magnificance. These stars that shine over me this first hour of 2004 reflect the brilliance of a fat half moon hanging in the navy sky.

What a shame that we barely bother with them, though by all scientific reasoning, they are our wise elders of billions of years.

A pity indeed that we celebrate the new and blatently ignore the old. Perhaps the old is plain and boring to us, because it is all we allow oursleves to know. If we consistently looked to the new, the old would appear new or welcoming in our eyes.

Too often we take the old for granted because it is our norm. It is nothing new to us to have food, clothing, family (or some semblance thereof), and utilities. Yet, if any one of these was absent, we'd be even more discontented than already.

How many times do you lay in a perfect, warm, fluffly bed on a Saturday morning with no where to go and, instead of revelling in comfort and counting it a blessing from God, you think about work, school, or something you "have" to do that day? Or in the winter, you come into a warm house and whine about the cold. These are not new, so we do not celebrate them or pay them any mind.