Saturday, August 30, 2003 :::
 
Last night, I was driving into Dallas when I saw a ball of fire streak across the northern sky. It was intense and brilliant and beautiful. Possibly the most so I have ever seen.

Somewhere inside me I heard a voice telling me to make a wish.

And I thought and I thought and I couldn't come up with one thing to wish for.
I wondered what it means, to not be able to wish.

If Pinocchio didn't know what he wanted when the blue fairy visited, what would have happened to him? Probably termites and wood rot.

Do people usually know what they want?
Do people really have something in mind when they blow out the birthday candles?

I thought and thought and then I gave up.
And for some reason, it makes me sad.

::: posted by Matthew at 3:57 AM --