Celestial City: Entry for August 9, 2006

A very unhappy man heard of a place called Celestial City, where everyone lived in bliss. Gathering his belongings into several large packages, he traveled until he reached the Citys narrow gate. He tried to enter, but his large packages prevented him from succeeding.
“To enter Celestial City,” said a voice on the inside, “you must drop everything you now consider valuable.”

About George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING
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