All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand.
Those who know, do. Those that understand, teach.
The world is given to me only once, not one existing and one perceived.
Whats broken can be mended. What hurts can be healed. And no matter how dark it gets, The sun is going to rise again.
“Either I will find a way, or I will make one.”
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand.
Those who know, do. Those that understand, teach.
The world is given to me only once, not one existing and one perceived.
Whats broken can be mended. What hurts can be healed. And no matter how dark it gets, The sun is going to rise again.
“Either I will find a way, or I will make one.”