The compulsion to be unique, which is at war with the desire to belong to a single identifiable sameness. — Olivia Blake There is an ever growing want to be unique, special and not like others. Yet, this is a dichotomy in itself. Those who rebel against society form their…

I inhale great draughts of space, The East and West are mine, and the North and the South are mine. I am larger, better than I thought, I did not know I held so much goodness — all seems beautiful to me. — Song of the Open Road, Walt Whitman…

You are me, and I am you. We, are all of us — everything that will ever be, and everyone that ever was. “Through our eyes, the Universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the Universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the Universe becomes…

Ruminators* think only of what could’ve been or had, and what could be or gotten. The trick is to dream it, only once you have it. As for that which has already been, it cannot be changed and can only be let go. Sighed out. Smiled at. Forgotten. We think…

There are two balancing forces between any action, be it physical or in thought; that of forward, created by purpose, and that of backward, manifested through fear. To imagine that there are only two forces is disingenuous to reality, but it illustrates something of worth nonetheless. Where fear overrides our…