I see it there. Swaying before my eyes. As it was the day before, and before that. Always there. A different carrot sometimes, but a carrot just the same. And always the same stick. They never mention actually reaching happiness, at least not with grand admiration. The pursuit, however, is quite the big deal. Right…
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.1.17
Powerless. To be, powerless. One of the greatest fears that can be held. And perhaps it is only me, but damn, can it be felt often.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.24.17
It must be real. As real as anything else that could be called real. Otherwise the bother would not be had to talk about it. For as far as I can believe, all sorts of nouns have made impact upon me. Personal, historical, communal and oh, so many more. People I have met, or even…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.17.17
It is a funny thing. How the only thing that matters, doesn’t matter. Or better, its place among priorities is subjective. Ultimately. At least to us humans. It is all the stories we tell. Not authored ourselves. You are the only soul that ever gets to read the full autobiography. The matter seems to come…
The Veracious Facade 