November 3, 2008
Pseudo-Poem.
The sun sets.
Pinks, blues, and greens litter the sky.
There is a fish tapping on my window.
October 23, 2008
Faith.
It is never a bad thing to trust.
If there is something in the world worth being a martyr for, it’s that.
If you have to die, die because you hoped, die because you loved, die because you had faith.
October 16, 2008
Wash The Dirt From Your Hands.
What is more sacred than dirt? Nothing.
We stir it with our passing, and mark it with our footsteps, and it holds the evidence of our existence within itself.
It clings to us, reminding us of where we’ve been, keeping us rooted firmly in our past.
It is the very substance of life. For out of dirt we were made, and to dirt we shall return.
No, nothing is more sacred than dirt, so remember to wash your hands.
October 9, 2008
More Nonsense.
Those who want to live forever are those that don’t realize they already are.
October 5, 2008
Solving the Problem of Evil.
Either God is a Trickster, or Man is Morally Stupid.
(Hey, no one ever said that the Tree’s Knowledge was heritable.)
April 10, 2008
Idiom.
Panic is blind, and Terror is mortal, and if you have an iron will you can kill the faeries.
