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.
Tag: amateur philosophy
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…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 3.5.17
So, what shall we discuss on this elegant and wondrous Sunday morning? The chaos of the world? Poison gas in Mosul? The potential pillaging of protected national parks? The brooding divide among humans both nationally and globally? The fear of growing disdain for civil liberties? Alternative facts? The crime that is putting ketchup on a…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 2.19.17
I have not gone outside yet today, though I have let some of it in here. Staggered lines of light painted upon the wall, fanning out as it fades. The gentle caress of crisp air, marching through the window agape. Almost intimate. Almost romance. Almost spring.
The Veracious Facade 