The person in the middle of the circle said, “Hey, look, a pen…”
The only thing I saw, was a proud swan. Nothing to write down about.
The person in the middle of the circle said, “Hey, look, a pen…”
The only thing I saw, was a proud swan. Nothing to write down about.
Sometimes, after I’ve cut an apple in half, I wonder if either side feels a lesser fruit.
Language is not about how many 5-star words you know. It is about your ability to let each one shine its light throughout the vastness of space and reach every dark corner of it.
It’s not about what makes a man a man or a woman a woman. It is all about the care, love and sense of responsibility of each individual person. If mankind finds a way to walk down this path, without external guidance or books of parchment, all will be well…, and it will be. Not today, not tomorrow, but one day. Unfortunately, not soon.