faith in the fact that someone will come up with a new hair product to calm down the ora of curls. no one ever does. curls are not to be controlled. but what makes me walk down the isle and say, let's try one more time? for the mere glimmer of hope that this one, perchance is the one thing that WILL in fact define, refine, and moisturize.

faith in the organman.
faith that lives are lived.

and all this was from sophomore year...sitting in pastel: we thought we were wise fools. and sat discussing philosophy. no conclusion. just junior year was reached. and now same as then: minds will bend to practicality, to the reality that is.