Three broken hearts for this uppercut of truth. Thom - you are knocking it out of the park. I'll take an ugly reality over a beautiful fantasy any day of the week. We will not begin to heal our dying selves until we acknowledge our peril.
This particular writing is a raw. It's heavy. Has inertia. That's what truth feels like. And forebo…
Three broken hearts for this uppercut of truth. Thom - you are knocking it out of the park. I'll take an ugly reality over a beautiful fantasy any day of the week. We will not begin to heal our dying selves until we acknowledge our peril.
This particular writing is a raw. It's heavy. Has inertia. That's what truth feels like. And foreboding as it may read, it is a clarion call to awaken us from our walking slumber.The question "why" is our only fire escape to the answer of "how".
I would argue one point, however. Those suicide vests are not strapped to the traitors above us - it only appears that way. "Every war waged, only kings emerge unscathed.".
...Unless, metaphorically, they are dragged off their mighty horse and buried in obscurity like the "Hunchback King" (Richard III), which ended the War of Roses.
Three broken hearts for this uppercut of truth. Thom - you are knocking it out of the park. I'll take an ugly reality over a beautiful fantasy any day of the week. We will not begin to heal our dying selves until we acknowledge our peril.
This particular writing is a raw. It's heavy. Has inertia. That's what truth feels like. And foreboding as it may read, it is a clarion call to awaken us from our walking slumber.The question "why" is our only fire escape to the answer of "how".
I would argue one point, however. Those suicide vests are not strapped to the traitors above us - it only appears that way. "Every war waged, only kings emerge unscathed.".
...Unless, metaphorically, they are dragged off their mighty horse and buried in obscurity like the "Hunchback King" (Richard III), which ended the War of Roses.