Monthly Archives: August 2009

Dante’s Equation

Posted on August 22, 2009 by TA Sullivan

A universal wave that defines our reality…that is the key plot item to a book I just finished reading. The odd thing is, that although it’s a book of fiction, it brings together several concepts I have researched and studied … Continue reading →

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The Race

Posted on August 22, 2009 by TA Sullivan

I watch as raindrops rev for the race. The official thunders his command to descend, and like quicksilver lightning they descend. Sliding and skittering, they slip down the glass, The winners rushing toward the circle of the puddle … Continue reading →

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Like a Balloon

Posted on August 14, 2009 by TA Sullivan

Like a balloon untethered I seem to soar. Floating past the world, I gaze down and see the people as they chase their dreams; while I am already living mine.