The sole method the exploited have to break their chains: violence. ~Mario Vargas Llosa Being a life long member of the middle class progressing in stature from lower-middle through middle-middle now flirting with upper-middle, I am as far removed from understanding the challenges faced by the lower classes as a hawk is from the moon. […]
The great pandemic of our time is comfort that we believe we are entitled to be comfortable. Meaningful things rarely happen in the comfort zone. ~Brené Brown It feels strange to bridge the concept of comfort across the flowing river of life and landing in a space called pandemic. Pandemic screams disease, screams physical hell, […]
It a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act. ~George Orwell With so much contradictory news vomited into news veins and carried into societies circulatory system, it is increasingly difficult to separate the nourishing wheat from the indigestible chaff and I feel like my vascular system is recirculating excrement.
Until the lions have their own historians the hunting stories will continue to glorify the hunter. ~Eduardo Galeano I love Zinn’s book, “People’s History of the United States” because it tells the story of these United States from the perspective of the hunted instead of the usual sanitized hunter point of view.
All religions are true but none are literal. ~Joseph Campbell I librate between truth being and not being literal. A libration gravitating toward the gray subjectivity of interpreted truth. This is uncomfortable because most of my life there was only the deepest black and the brightest white with regards to fact and fiction, literal truth […]
Nobody knew one better than oneself, nobody misunderstood one more than oneself. ~Viet Thanh Nguyen I am a mystery to myself, a believer in my own truth, a zealot for my own lies. The problem: I don’t know which truths are rationalized lies to justify my selfish actions and which lies are truths I don’t […]
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.