A thought for the day from: Peter Britt
"Scornful this night, the very blood from my own veins turns against me. It assaults me with a hatred unknown before this. Only a monster does it see before it, not a man. A lifetime of good, discarded and forgotten, this is my punishment. Those things I have forged with my life, meaningless now. None know the sorrow within me, none care, even revel in its sweetness to me. My just rewards served with a smile and sardonic merit are they basted with. Feast upon them freely I am, yet sadly as I am offered yet another helping on this plentiful plate. A delightful glow of anguish surrounds me and few dare approach. Yet even a monster may be loved, and those few who do judge not, only real love do they offer to calm the pain. A lucky man is he who stands in the shadow of genuine love, he is bathed in it."
©2007 Peter Britt Krystal Vision Productions
