It does not require a majority to prevail but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brushfires in people’s minds.Samuel Adams
It does not require a majority to prevail but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brushfires in people’s minds.Samuel Adams
Few tragedies can be more extensive that the stunting of life, few injustices deeper than the denial of an opportunity to strive or even to hope, by a limit imposed from without, but falsely identified as lying within.Gould
The clouds strewn across the blue-grey night sky outside my window are moving
Quick
Quick
Quick
The wind whipping them onward as though they were light plumes of smoke dancing violently through the air. And for a moment I imagine that they are. The distant mounds of condensation become mountains framing the buildings that appear to the blurry, sleepy eye to be burning.
Smoldering
Smoldering
Smoldering
My city is suddenly silently burning to the ground.
I want to hug the moon
I want to lay draped over it suspended in the sky
And bask in its orange glow
And smell its moon smell
And run my fingers over its smooth surfaces and rough edges
The wind whipped the words right out of my mouth
It took a perfectly formed thought and dragged it away from you
The wind shot it up into the sky
It scattered the words
The wind threw them down and over the farm
It ran with them to the heavens
The wind tore truth from me
It then denied it to you