How beautiful it is to be paralyzed by fear for the health of a loved one – in those moments the preciousness of what we have is manifest.
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Alas, a thinking warrior has but one fate:
To die outside, or die inside.
Time is but a shared delusion of all instances in all universes
I am looking forward to
That I remember fondly
If you are worried about climate change,
Otherwise the meek shall inherit the earth.
Left to our own devices, we started a worldwide neck pain epidemic.
If I must choose between saving the world
and not being an asshole,
I will save the world.
But the chances
I’ll save the world solo
are infinitesimally minuscule,
And an asshole
that saves the world
is still an asshole.
The wisdom of “this, too, shall pass” has not passed.
Those who are reckless
Rarely end wreckless;
Those who are careful
Often end cared for.
But the dance
Before the crash
Warms the blood
And stirs the soul.
And the cautious man
Is the forgotten man.
When I was young
I chased their gossamer wings
Now I sit still
And they come lie with me
Sometimes I fight the sunshine of hope
Forgetting that having planted seeds of love
Watered with trickles of affection
(And occasionally weeded of poisons)
I need but wait for light and time
To bear fruit that feeds the world.
My life has no more meaning than a flower.
But oh, the meaning of a flower.
Batman can be interpreted either as a typical hero’s journey or a morality play about chronic underinvestment in Gotham’s mental health care system.
I am an ordinary beautiful being.
I am a mundane miracle of creation.
I am a common sacred life.
I am a run-of-the-mill child of God.
Reality is to choice
As wealth is to happiness,
As poverty is to despair,
As grief is to hopelessness,
As danger is to fear,
As struggle is to suffering,
As love is to love.
All lives end in defeat, if each day death is feared.
All lives end in a smile, if each day death is cheated.
Regardless, all lives end,
And death loves her rogues.
The Tacoma Narrows Bridge is not remembered
For the thousands of cars safely carried after it opened,
But for its collapse one fateful day.
Nor is it remembered that now there sits two bridges,
Strengthened in partnership,
Carrying millions with the learnings of that collapse.
Every unique snowflake
Is a snowflake.
We do not grow more beautiful with age
Yet our age together grows more beautiful.
Life is not as extreme as I imagine,
And more extreme than I can possibly imagine.