Words Are Not Meaningless
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Today I’m living in a painting under the autumn sun; a breeze flutters the leaves; a squirrel hides fallen chestnuts, startled by the shuffling turtle doves holding hands on a park bench. The leaves are getting ready to let go of the tree, the colours painting faintly, slowly, gently, from green to the warm and…
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#Notes From A Time Traveller To speak of disenchantment is to speak of dissolution in expectation. The Time Traveller has walked through many ages and discovered that The Fool did not discover that every guide was wise, but that wisdom and titles are not the same thing. Through every century, she sees the scenery change,…
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A Field Note from the Present Age. It has come to my attention, upon observing the customs of this era, that a most peculiar error has taken hold of their language.The word empathy is spoken as though it denotes virtue.It does not. Yet the people in this time seem convinced that to “possess empathy” is…
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Beauty begins the moment comparison turns off. Confidence isn’t a competition but a presence, a feeling that moves through you when you simply exist, unmeasured, expressive, and seen.
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The Case of Gentleman Jack When the archaeologist holds the remains of past ages, what stories pass through their fingers?The time traveller must borrow archaisms if she is to be heard at all, to prevent time from editing meaning into misread stories, so that others might hear what she heard. She took to a gambol…
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Wandering in early-morning thought, I began to ponder this little musing. We have become sloppy and careless.We have lost the skill to understand poetry,or even to stay with what we are reading and hearing. We speak without thought.We build strong bodies, cultivate minds, and learn to understand our emotions…But where is eloquent language?In what writing…
