We must not define ourselves by freedom from religion, from abuse, from rape, from derision. From societal norms, from conformance, from acceptable compliance. From race, from the accident of geographical happenstance of birth or of life whether lived extraordinarily or pedestrian, with unsung aplomb, or within the rarefied strata of the new minted pantheon of ‘celebrity’ deities.
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A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole. Then it stopped, as if it couldn’t go further. So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair […]
Red earth broken and fresh, different strata peaking forth. Dry on top more dusty brown than red, crowned by tufts of tenacious life. Low and sparse, prickly yet fascinating, it draws the eyes repeatedly to a sky that mirrors back an atmosphere of evening dusk.