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Though we may gaze upon perfection, its image will never be of us.

When we “take that extra step”, perhaps a question we should ask might be, “From whom have we taken it?”

The most terrible thing about writing is that soon after we begin, we realize we will never finish.

@UrsusAbstrusus Terminator. How can we be the father of the one who sends us back? Yet how can we hope to be anything else?

I’ve gazed on unblemished beauty, truth, trust, and love many times, and always in the same place – the eyes of the newborn.

Cultural differences are vast, yet humans are all the same, with liver and lung, and shuttered minds it’s up to us to break free.

There is so little in nature that is not majestic, beautiful, or both.

Majesty: from a blade, of grass to the eye of a fly.

Without reason, what purpose is rhyme?

Inspiration, everywhere, yet why do so few see?