The love I have for my family is huge. You are my people, either by blood or by choice and I am grateful for each and every one of you. Near or far, new or old. You mean the world to me. You know who you be ❤️
Monthly Archives: April 2015
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
To the man with the elderly black dog at the beach today. Lo siento. I thought your dog was scared of you. I judged before I saw what was happening. What I thought was terror was actually a seizure. I am sorry that I didn’t stop. I mentally used the fact that I was having a monochromatic day and that I had Sam in the car as an excuse. I watched you hold your dog, speak reassuring nothings to your dog, be there for your dog. I did nothing to be there for you. You were a stranger and I let that come before my compassion. Today I failed at being a decent human being. For that I am truly sorry.
“What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: “This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it,
but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence – even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, speck of dust!”
Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus?… Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?”
from Nietzsche’s The Gay Science, s.341, Walter Kaufmann transl.