surmising with aplomb and nary remorse
Is what I’m conscious of. You dig? Put with brutal succinctness, Damasio’s brief goes like this: Mental activity consists of a stream of “images” that map aspects of the world around us. But these images, by themselves, cannot be conscious. For that, they must be related to a perspective, an “owner,” a self — this, … Read more
I look at the little pebble at my feet and can’t help but think But for the grace of god go I And then laugh Not out of humor But of fear Because he’s nowhere But within the magic of my mind The madness For, but for the grace of chance goes that pebble at … Read more
the leaves green grow wild wherever their seeds may blow wild, aye, but resolved
Let us none forgive For, afore forgiveness Must comes the blame And from the blame Must come the shame So, be not more forgiving In its stead, blame less of thee And blameless strive to be Then together Forgive none shall we
In a field depleted and left a fallow Where only single crops have e’er grown ‘Twill sundry bloom soon rich, tho’ callow When by Nature’s hand the seeds are sown
a green all its own the swift verdancy of spring lo! the cardinal bright!
time doesn’t matter to the purposed honey bee tasting the nectar
the wind blows duly but don’t tell that to the ant toiling against it
How long, you simpletons, will you insist on being simpleminded? How long will you mockers relish your mocking? How long will you fools hate knowledge? Proverbs 1:22, New Living Translation O, but the mockers’ cry Makes my heart afraid, As though a flute of bone Taken from a heron’s thigh, A heron crazed by the … Read more