In the moments words began to appear here, for me, the sun was just gathering up to rise. I cannot say what time it will be when this message reaches you. As with most things, I don’t think that matters as much as we might think. So. For this morning, what then? What will it…
Author: bruceduluoze
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.2.17
What a thing it is, to never grow tired. It may have never been done entirely, but I can personally attest to small scale wonders of such. Some way, somehow, some things never grow old. Even as flesh and mind does.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 3.26.17
Time does not heal all wounds. Time heals no wounds. It can only numb. Emotional Novocain. Time, by itself, can do nothing aside from distance you from the moment in which such an incident occurs. The rest is on you. On me. Us. Apologies. I know I’ve quite positive on the outlook with these last…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 3.19.17
I often ask myself about futility. Or, I am this morning, at least. Whether there is control or not and how the business about bothering up a try at anything can seem pointless. Fruitless. Because, as we all know, you cannot fail if you do not try. It’s a dichotomy. One needs the other to…
The Veracious Facade 