Leaving Misanthropy Behind
Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope.1 Originally written as poem, reset by myself as the prose it plainly is. Irving Layton : The Wholy Bloody Bird↩
Excrucior
When one has lost the willingness to suffer or even to risk suffering for another, one has lost the ability to love.
A La King Osric
Eventually every place loses its novelty and hence its magic, when there is nothing left to learn or be amazed at. And only the people we love remain.
Life In The Fast Lane
It’s remarkable: there comes a day in your life when you realize you no longer know how to function at the slow pace most people function at. And, more amazingly, you realize that you no longer are sure you would want to try because you aren’t convinced anyone operating at a slower pace would be [...]