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Hello again dear friends.....
to quote the great Bard....."How for art thou" ??
Pretty good...me hopes.

So um...ahhh...what to talk about today??
Well to be honest.....I ain't got no urgent desire to express myself in any forthright fashion and that is not particularly good for a blog.
I'm still not used to that word.."blog"....it just sounds kind of ugly and not at all inspiringly beautiful.
I like beauty...in fact I'd go as far to say..I love it.
True beauty often makes me cry.
Of course by beauty,I'm not referring to a person's physical features but instead I mean the actions and intentions taken by people in order to lift others to a higher and better place.

With so much wickedness in the world,there are times when I'm sure that we all must feel a sense of despondency and hopelessness at the plight of the human race.
The bitter and sometimes hate filled rantings of our brothers and sisters very often breaks my heart....
but then......wow.....like the sunshine breaking through the clouds, comes a display of what makes us so uniquely special and very often quite beautiful.
It is our ability to love and to care,to be able able to create and to appreciate things or moments of indescribable beauty.
The hope which is given to us when we see examples of or hear stories of people doing things to help others.
There is the great courage shown by those who stand passively but defiantly in the face of evil brutality......that is a form of beauty that transcends our definition of the word.

Gosh....don't even get me started on the miraculous and breathtaking examples of beauty that occur in the natural wonders of this remarkable planet.
Take heed friends......all is not lost as long as there is a desire to sometimes put the benefit of others in front of ourselves, much in the way that the peaceful dark of night forsakes its stars for the life giving sunrise of each new dawn.

Okay okay...enough of my flowery talk......lets get it on...with another story.

                          THE SECRET DANCE

The people looking out from the other block of apartments were quite perplexed as to exactly what was going on.                               

Across the way, in another apartment building and in full view thanks to the expanse of floor to ceiling glass windows, Hertzgog Wilson was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being observed by his neighbours.                                   

Hertzgog could be seen leaping like a prima ballerina back and forth across the living area of his apartment.                                   

To the astonishment of his neighbours he was also flailing his arms about in a manner that could perhaps be best described as a willow tree being blown about in a windstorm.                   

 The mystified onlookers were even more intrigued when every few minutes or so, Hertzgog would quickly and unexpectedly go down on all fours and would seem to briefly hide by taking cover behind his sofa or underneath his small dining table.     

 One of the neighbours even thought that perhaps they should call for an ambulance in case poor Hertzgog was having some kind of seizure.                                                                                       

All the while Hertzgog Wilson persisted in trying his darnedest not to be stung ,while he attempted to somehow coax the angry bee back out of his apartment.