Tag: truth

  • 528: How Long?

    The stars grow frantic I feel. Compelling me to you with severest insist. And I know I must but can’t shake the rotting that crawls in and bonds my days and years in distraction. What is in the dirt so with the sky compares?

  • 417

    A mans rise from bitter and unremarkable circumstance begins with a trajectory of thought, positioned far higher than can his situation impair, and that is neither customary or comfortable. By a docile tenacity we can all arrive at clever intentions that, in truth, have most often been considered though occasionally expressed and seldom honoured with […]

  • 388

    The simplest schoolboy is now familiar with truths for which Archimedes would have sacrificed his life. Ernest Renan

  • 374: Veruca

    My Dear and courageous friend, With ruthless honesty: What do I value? Am I living my life in accordance with those values? What can I do? What must I accept? Practice, practice, practice. The rest, to fate with improvised optimism.

  • 346: Clashing of aims and atoms

    To the mind grateful and content, what is ordinary far exceeds the sensational in radiance and sincerity. The smallest things can catalyse the pivot towards a circuitry of events, a clashing of aims and atoms exciting monumental and irreparable change, flung out across the stars by a mere blink, a breath, and just being.

  • 332

    Brooding to my own wild considerations, unassailed by authoritative bid to commit my talents to any higher worthiness supposed, so attractive is the truth thus retains that by strange contrary, the greater reach is wrought, over time.

  • 290

    Mostly, the writing is a figuring out of things. A naturally occurring process which, when with interfered by my own confused and fearful intemperance, it is quickly understood that a necessary something is lost; A clear and perhaps sometimes simple – sometimes savage veracity, that retains yet a dimension of frightful grace and symmetry that […]

  • 265

    I do not believe in events of pure tranquility; a state of freedom from emotional tremor and suspense. No, I do not believe our burdens bear endurance to dissolution. If there are joys, they are but survived given; withholding perishes them with would cling. Will troubles. They are to be worn, long as can be […]

  • 259

    Who would observe botheration with clarity soonest dissolves it.

  • 255

    If you will read again what is written, you will see how it was. Black Elk