I sit before you now, a tangled mess of head and heart. Knots and weaves of both my own design and of forces so far beyond my control, one might think them other worldly. I was told, from both outside and inside my own skull, that I must attempt to unravel some of that here….
Author: bruceduluoze
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.23.25
The doomsday sayers, of all varieties, have been having their mutters turn to shouts, as of late. As has happened so many times before in this story of the human species. Though, I suppose it’s been a little more actual in planetary scale this past century. Still stinks of ancient holy war, though. As it…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.16.25
Is it the finite nature of our existence that leads to the irresistibly heart-shattering beauty of it all? All the pain and impermanence producing the opportunities for the sweetest visions of peace in this life never not passing us by?
The Veracious Facade 