If I falter
“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.”
Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)
MICHAEL STEWART
“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.”
Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)
“There is a mode of vital experience — experience of space and time, of the self and others, of life’s possibilities and perils — that is shared by men and women all over the world today. I will call this body of experience “modernity.” To be modern is to find ourselves in an environment that…
It begins where it ends…in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears, coming to me unguarded…whispering images unlocked from time and distance. A soul unbound – touched by others but never held. On a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting back upon me. Until at…
If the pain is real, so is the joy,
‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet