Monthly Archives: December 2002

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See the fair fluffy flakes, they blanket the ground in purest white. Tis Christmas Eve, a time when even secular radio stations and musicians proclaim the birth and glory of Jesus Christ. I feel as though I should compose poetry in honor of the snowfall, and in honor of Christs birth. Perhaps I shall. I think I shall ramble first. The end of the year comes to close, and winter gathers us in. Its been such an eventful year, the experience of which has left me quiet, and with little to say, though I do not lack in things I feel. My prose falls short in the expression of what I feel.

Merry Christmas everyone. Enjoy your families, friends and a moment to pause and be thankful for Gods grace given to men.

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Reading Tolkien is very much like falling into a different world… It is the easiest reading I’ve ever encountered, the purest prose, so to speak. There hasn’t been a piece he has written that hasn’t had teh same easy feel, like an old comfortable blanket and a warm fire. His prose is, I think, best described like Autumn, rich and golden, ful and mature, a celtic philology with a hint of insightful muse. It has a precious kind of melancholy, replete with an ancient history, endued with mystery. It is a kind of masculine romance that is passing rare in contemporary literature.