deep rested
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
Fear and cruelty are the true parents of the 'supernatural'.
We are all inclined to judge ourselves by our ideals; others, by their acts.
All things change; nothing perishes.
deep rested
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
Fear and cruelty are the true parents of the 'supernatural'.
We are all inclined to judge ourselves by our ideals; others, by their acts.
All things change; nothing perishes.