a thought

"between the anger
and the thousand hollow words
we'll never share
i wonder
if i am
your greatest failure
or you
mine"

something i stumbled upon

excerpt

"there was such an overflow of divine love that the angels came bursting forth of their own accord. circle upon circle of spirit lights radiantly dashing the heavens, whirling about the sun in clouds of crystal fragments. they were blasted out of eternal sleep by the blinding light of a direct vision of Glory. so devastating was this light that only their flaming wings could offer protection from this fire that also gave them their birth."

miss scoons
"angel city"
sam shepard

the face of existence

but words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

lord byron

in summation

"in the long run, we are all dead"

john maynard keynes