Your heart today?
How’s it with your heart today?
:- Doug.
There are no angels
there are no devils
among us
not one
We have more than these
woven through
mysterious angles
by which we bend
our small worlds
to fit
our chosen mood
we fractalize these
into us
:- Doug.
A goal is a place to get past; a stopping place; a quitting place. Purposes do not stop, are not able to be surpassed.
:- Doug.
Your last hot chocolate is a jumping-off place for Human’s next conversation.
:- Doug.
You can do a bigger thing than just stand back and watch—you can get your hands in the soil and add a wink to the gorgeous blooms hereabout.
:- Doug.
We didn’t all go to Kindergarten; just as we didn’t all go to Sunday School.
:- Doug.
But even in the stories we concoct, we never get to real. Human always has the last word and she is a joker, ever delighting in surprise. That’s the point of a novel, isn’t it, and a poem? Add a math problem. (Math? Yes: for one reason because there is always a question beyond the question. Can you think of the other reasons?)
:- Doug.
Discovering what we don’t know can be far more fascinating that what we do.
:- Doug.