“Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
— Carl Sagan
“Using logic to explain everything is like thinking that a six-sided die can not only encompass, but also explain all the possible outcomes of any natural, chaotic process our feeble minds can envision.”
— personal aphorism
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
— Charles Bukowski
less than slash three.
Oh, how the wishful thinking
of some blood-pumping muscle
crumbles and dissolves
into illusions
illustrated.
.
Perhaps it’s better to aspire
than to possess.
Better to look up in childish rapture
than to look down
in disappointment.
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter.
Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.”
Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.”
— Samuel Beckett
Untamed.
My mind’s a wild, two-headed wolf
with jet black fur
and eyes brighter than gold.
.
Upon the outreach of a hand
one head will bite
and one will lick-
one will submit
and one will rise.
.
It’s in these eyes
that the world is interpreted;
that freedom is lost and won.
It’s these strong legs that carry it
from one place to the next
in something less
than a second.
.
My mind’s a wild, two-headed wolf
and I still wonder if I should
put a big leash around its neck
and try to tame it
or somehow claim it
as my own.
.
It does my bidding when I ask
yet sometimes it rebels
and yells
in anger
or frustration
or joy.
.
My mind’s a wild, two-headed wolf
and it will roam just like it should
around the thick and blackened woods
of what I call my conscience.
.
It will return to me
forevermore
not for fear or servitude
but intrigue
and respect.
.
I do suspect
this is a friendship that will last.
.
The spell of binding has been cast.
∞
“Men of philosophical disposition are known for their constant premonition that our everyday reality, too, is an illusion, hiding another, totally different kind of reality.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
