Plus les hommes seront éclairés et plus ils seront libres -Voltaire
The snow melts later than in earlier years.
On the first warm and sunny day of spring, I sit at my computer making bookkeeping entries for a creeping tax deadline.
Me (a.k.a. mom): Missey! We need to brush your hair — it is full of tangles!
Missey (age 7): You might have looked from the wrong angle.
…and she continues on her way — undoubtedly the right one.
Life Needs Life
And Peace Needs Peace
Yet We’ve Just
‘One Fo’r Each
If I feel righteous, I am missing something.
It is only shared experience that differentiates fantasy from reality.
Please let me know original philosopher(s) in comments. Thanks.
note: in absence of 𝒏, mom ≜ ∞ -