Similar Posts
All our yesterdays
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is…
When I began …
When I began I was a man of science. I believed there was no proof beyond what we can see and test and prove. I don’t believe that anymore. Now most nights I wake up in a cold sweat convinced some deeper truth may reveal itself in my dream, if only I can hang on…
It has its costs
Learning to see the puzzle in everything – they are everywhere. Once to you start looking it’s impossible to stop. It just so happens, people and all the deceits and delusions that inform everything they do tend to be the most fascinating puzzles of all – of course they don’t always appreciate be seen as…
Man is a God …
Man is a god in ruins who has forgotten his own divinity.
To thine own self be true
‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet