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The truth is, all that I have found in these short years above the ground is that we see what we desire, what turns our heads around; and all else doesn’t matter much. A hint of rose, a lover’s touch; the little things alone remain. We lean upon them, like a crutch, imagining the world…
Burnt cinnamon and candle wax, the surface of sandpaper and a tack, a bitter hint of lemon peel chased with a water back. The tinkle of a shattered glass, the supple strength of silk, an echo of a footstep and a hint of soured milk. A new bouquet of flowers, the barking of a hound,…
The sky above is never blue, the earth is flat as pie, youth is eternal in the world and villains never cry. True riches can be hoarded, real pain fades by and by, belief is always justified and nothing good will die. The truth in this is plain to see: so long as I am…
How much more could I love you than I do? It surely may seem possible, and yet in those dear days left to me (all too few) to think that I could possibly forget or cast aside the one light of my days, discard the truest friend I’ve ever met, or fail somehow to sing…
What’s the point? Is there some reason why you ask? Do you really care? Does anyone really want to know? Why does it seem to matter so much? Who do we think we are? What difference does it make, anyway? Will it change a thing, our birth or death? And what about that life stuck…
Reach out with your eye-spear; the evidence is plain. Out on the great wide sea road we will all meet again. Each underneath the canopy that makes up the star carpet, despite the distances between us we will once again be met. Imagine out beyond the known, in that great thought cloud of the mind.…
Reason is an undirected graph in which any two vertices are connected by exactly one simple path. Reason is a perennial plant with an elongated stem, or trunk, supporting leaves or branches. In some usages, the definition of reason may be narrower. Reason can be empty with no nodes called the null or empty reason…