L’amincissement logique élastique devient délicat aux merveilles. Un bon argument au mieux défait le labyrinthe étouffant de la prudence. Le soudain du lent est élevé, le curieux du commun. Dans le brouillard sceptique qui s’embrume […]
Month: June 2021
Qu’attendez-vous ?
Oh… ce que vous pourriez être si vous cessiez d’être qui vous étiez! L’acte le plus courageux est de penser par vous-même – à haute voix – à vous sortir du labyrinthe effiloché et étouffant […]
Reading
In Tanggu 塘沽区, the port district of the Tianjin municipality, 48 kilometres downriver from Tianjin, on the Hai River, where it enters the Bohai Sea, I lived alone, upstairs, above a long abandoned commercial enterprise […]
Devenir
Tu n’es pas défini par ce qui t’arrive,mais par la façon dont tu y réagis,par les choix que tu fais d’une évolutionà la suivant. Comme tu es, tu choisisdevenir ce que tu seras.
Mosaic
Before one sees, one has to look. Seeing, in earnest, deliberately, fully, grants perception. Perception determines belief. Belief determines reality. Lingering intentionally upon that reality records it in memory. Just as perception is subjective, so […]
Las Cruces
Struggle is for those whose weakness and fear demand compliance to mass indoctrination, acquiescence to mass hysteria, resignation of individual will to collective deceit. To struggle is to wallow, to flounder, to thresh, to flail, […]
No other choice
When initiating action, judge not its legitimacy by its desired or imagined outcome; simply begin. It will unfold as it must, as it has been ordained by destiny to evolve, to evince, to resolve. Disembroiled […]
Pride
One is often born other than she or he is meant to be. Biological gender may be suggested at birth, but psychological gender is determined by destiny. Choice, then, accompanied by courage, must intervene to […]
Pris, jamais donné
Le remède à tout est l’eau salée – le sang, la sueur, les larmes ou la mer. Si vous pensez que vous êtes libre, il n’y a pas d’échappatoire possible. La liberté est souvent le […]
Motherless
Did the poet come first, and then the sorcerer, or was it the other way around? Motherless, I was museless; so into the darkness I fled to hide this secret from the revelation of light. […]
À la recherche de licornes. 