It’s not easy. This whole, being alive thing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s worth it. Or at least I think so, though I know that is not the mind of everyone. But any thing is harder than no thing, that’s for damn sure. I can’t recall anything from before this whole life business, but I…
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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: 3.5.17
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…
The Veracious Facade 