Folded Thought of the Day: A lifetime of thinking will get you nowhere. The river keeps moving and you'll never cross it twice. So, get moving, before it rises too high. You don't want to find yourself trapped on the lowside. Wallowing in misery. Gotta eye some of that higher ground, and offer a helping hand to someone. Sure can't wait for an invitation. All you've got to do is take a look around. The time is here. Start making some real noise or keep quiet. No complainers allowed. No whining. Do something, anything. And do it now. Deserts turning to oceans. Let them make their stand, they'll trip up sooner or later. And by the looks of things, it's looking pretty imminent. And something new is beginning to shine on all us happy fools. We all feel it. Some just turn away. And the water continues to rise. Crash. Boom. Bang. T'ain't no big thang... Asleep near the stars. With silence talking to your curled-up dog. Walking on moondust, crying on some set of familiar shoulders. What sweet soul stood out the previous day? Could you find them again? If you tried. A look from across a busy street. Piercing. A train platform stare. Were those halos in your hair? Or a glitter makeup blur? If I approached, how long would it take before you told me your first lie? Sure do like the way that necklace falls against your skin. Approaching now in your dreams, whispering a promise into your ear, brushing against your arm, laying waste to the day's failures. A perfect match... a connection, an instant spark, a flame ignited, illuminating a darkness -- long enough to get your bearing -- and a sudden dying. Digging out. Running from cover. Taking time... by the horns. Climbing aboard the constellation and bucking across the horizon. A shooting star. Make a wish. Make it come true. Get thrown. For a loop. Dust yourself off. Take the next train you see. Wake up. A new day is waiting... on the other side of the river's banks, just over the hill. ------------------------------