Symphony of a Storm
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There’s music in the air – the symphony of a storm. A slow, grumbling growl thrums through the night. My bones vibrate with the thunder. It sounds like a brobdingnagian basilisk in the sky bellowing out. The subsequent ferocious shout is short and resounding. It plays the part of a…
Why?
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Why? Are there reasons why not every human considered equal? Is there any logic behind why not all lives are seen as being valuable and of incalculable worth? There are calls for war to exterminate communities and families. There are cacophonous shouts to shoot missiles and ship bombs. But, why?…
Of Infinite Importance
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The meaning of life is something sought out by philosophers and ponderers. It’s scrutinized by those soaring through their story and those paddling to stay afloat in the torrent of time. Looking to the past, the mystery has led to the making of monsters. Contrarily, it has pushed people to…
Look Up
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When’s the last time you looked up at the sky? Not to stare at a passing plane or playfully roll your eyes at a friend’s foolish joke, but really, truly looked. Go ahead and try. Walk outside, stare upwards, and soak it all in. Look at the colors and hues,…
Silence is Absent
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It’s a constant cacophony: a maelstrom of music and boisterous buzzing, tumultuous talking and ceaseless squawking. Noise is neverending. In all this, silence is absent. Not all is awful. Parts are pleasant, sequences are soothing. Humanity’s resonance is reassuring. It is a sign of life, of the struggle to survive…
About a Book
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What is it about a book? What leads us to take a look? Letters are nonsense alone, a symbol symbolizing a single sound. Strung together, meanings abound. Letters lead to words, words structure sentences, sentences sing stories. Small characters make possible tales of adventures and glories. A book is simply…
Adoptable Dogs
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A precious puppy who boasts a belly bloated by parasites. A nursing mom who knows only the inside of a crate. A discarded youth who ferreted under a fence. A terrified terrier whose guardian’s a ghost. A little lady who lost her way in the woods. A helpless hound who…
Truth
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Truthfully, there is no true truth. Truth is tenuous and ambiguous. It defies expectations yet is also all we know it to be. Truth is what we can back with knowledge and meaning but can still be denied and discarded. What is true one day may not be on another.…
The Beginning of a Journey
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Some humans think that the world is full of lies and darkness and evil beings. They see demons and bombs and bumbling fools. They trust not in kindness but in instinctive survival. They live either in an apocalyptic dream or in a silo of stilted reality. I don’t believe that…