When I speak I do so without authority beyond the precincts of myself, and then at that, merely to annotate what is left; this rusty blade stroked against adversity.
Never my intent or ambition to join the sage’s rages calmly articulated against indifference and stasis. Yet while I stroke and stoke my curiosity I discover that odd thing and thought; God, it seems is humble, loving and kind - vastly more gentle than i.
. . . forgiving too
add: merciful: empathetic: compassionate: inseminating all life with an ineluctable will to live - free.
. . . and present in all things save those who know it not living in fear. Seeking ideal wishfully while the real is all there is. creator/evolutionist/anarchist . . . collaborative
enough
but then perhaps this is merely the ides - the middle of March - or the middle way between ideal and reality?
“Love' has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.” - Katharine Hepburn
“Talent develops in tranquility, character in the full current of human life.” - Goethe
. . . for you this is conjecture; for myself, it is a paving stone upon and unseen path evolving
130515 03:06 fond fondling
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