There is in these delicate flowers such sweetness and unbounded longing for life. These cherry blossoms from my garden were full of life a few days ago and now they have faded, as though in accelerated decrepitude their moving frame of reference and colourful Spring joys are as short as they are glorious. Where pale […]
Love is a game best played by fools and in the end we are all played as so many fools by love.
All grief is love, veiled.
Perhaps love trumps (vincit) all precisely because this power, wisdom and enduring value of compassionate or selfless care is of a class of entities that remain unpolluted by acquiescence to a proof or measure of their value and presence. That which can not be measured, though perhaps implicitly metaphysical, can also not be bounded and […]
The bitter-sweet cost and irreducible irony of sincere compassion is that in any act of selfless love we will almost always ourselves lose that which we seek to set free.
SEDUCTION is a game of chess – a patterned strategy of conquest. Men fancy themselves asserting power as Kings but as mere arrogant pawns are all too soon spent upon a battlefield rushed into without thought, ruined by hidden rules rarely understood and – in hasty passions of unthinking desire – that are often ignored. […]
Flowers can never know that they must always be enslaved in a cage of their own entangled branches and upon encountering some other cruelty they ever assume it as their own; in this way chained dark and anxious sorrows masquerade as freedom while blossoms held in shadow might still sweet innocence bloom. It is we […]
What is life but a long string of melancholy pearls upon which we paint our purposes and interpretations that like the minds that carry them are all just so many dusty Autumnal leaves in time, shackled to an emptiness and eternity that is unknowing and blind, disregarding of our hopes and aspirations, our dreams. We […]
All life is really just so much fiction, so much groundless or uncertain probability and where those fictions meet and reinforce like patterned swells and crests or passing cadence of ocean waves, we call them reality. We construct a whole world from meanings and definitions that are in themselves nothing and there in blind unknowing, […]
…and when we look back upon the arc and trajectory of our lives, what is it that we hope we might see? Memory is not any more reliable than is our hopes for an unambiguous future and while we might assert most probable causes (or consequences) from the evidence and experience immediately (or most recently) […]
The clockwork mechanisms of a heart… and what if that is all that this neuroanatomical and hormonal confusion of emotional experience actually is… just so much blind or mechanical rule-following and biochemical algorithms upon which we are not so much the conductors as the passengers, not necessary but contingent, not the main character of a […]
We live in a world that trains us all to suspect that people want something from us, that we should always be careful and it is in many ways and unfortunately an existential necessity – we can not trust everyone because this is not and likely never will be the best of all possible worlds. […]