We find in Veracruz no birds except vultures stalking corpses. ~Eduardo Galeano Does the rotting stench of decaying corpses smell like roses to Vulture soaring effortlessly in the ether on wide sails? One man’s carrion, a great birds feast. End of life simultaneously sustenance for life. End and beginning. Identical. One truth, two interpretations. Advertisements
I walk in and out of several worlds each day. ~Joy Harjo Dream world to wake world to creation world to work world to wife world back to dream world. Are they really different worlds? Separate existences? My vote is one world with arbitrary borders placed letting us rationalize distinct universes, disconnected entities.
It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. ~Henry David Thoreau To look into a mirror and see a loser is to write a loser future. To look and see a winner gives impetus to engage in behaviors leading to victory. It all depends upon what you choose to see. And […]
Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better. ~Maya Angelou Most people make the best decision possible based on the information available at the moment of truth. To look back from a vantage point built upon a mountain of future knowledge where the happened consequences can easily […]
Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile. ~Kurt Vonnegut The faith of a child is precious, pure, profound. Faith is reduced to folly when it persists in the face of incontrovertible evidence when it refuses to accept facts backed by mountains […]
Memories are worse than bullets. ~Carlos Ruiz Zafón A bullet pierces the chest wall, scrambles the heart before blowing through the back leaving a spreading sanguine pool. Its work is done. An instant of pain, maybe, followed by an eternity outside the clutches of time. Memories can be crueler. They have the power to blood […]
Rahel looked around her and saw that she was in a play. But she had only a small part. She was just the landscape. A flower perhaps. Or a tree. A face in the crowd. A townspeople. ~Arundhati Roy All the world is a stage and all of us are players in a never-ending play. […]