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.
Tag: amateur philosophy
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.10.17
There is, in my opinion, an unquestionable honesty to confusion. Some great truth involved with a lack of understanding. Not knowing and admitting such to yourself. For even what we may know is vastly less than what we do not. Some may say it is hardly worth the comparison. And yet, conversely, those who don’t…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.30.17
I heard someone once say that language is the greatest of all human invention. And though fond I am of sliced bread and pacemakers, me thinks there might be something to that. Because the question arises- would we even have bread, let alone the pre-sliced and packaged variety, if we never learned how communicate? Which…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.16.17
Oh, inspiration! How tricky she can be. A fickle, yet warm and forgiving one. Addictive upon the taste and still almost always fleeting. And unsuspecting, upon acquaintance at the very least. The good kinds. The real deal. The ass kicking sort.
The Veracious Facade 