There is a yearning
transcending all heritage
I shall see its end
- May 17th, 2013 -
We are motes of dandelion fluff
cast aglow in rays of light,
careening on unseen courses
and of our own no choosing,
yet with fortune nonetheless
for each we are a wish granted
- May 17th, 2013 -
There were pitfalls for men who’d forgotten their feet. Waterways devoid of nature’s blessing become courses putrid of filth and mire. He traversed that void with his favorite uncle, a statuesque man who, despite a half century of struggle, had retained a sense of wonder in small things that only a child might rival. It was the gift he admired most of all the men he knew.
- May 16th, 2013 -
A million years ago, the cave man, without tools, with small brain, and with nothing but the strength of his body, managed to feed his wife and children, so that through him the race survived. You on the other hand, armed with all the modern means of production, multiplying the productive capacity of the cave man a million times — you are incompetents and muddlers, you are unable to secure to millions even the paltry amount of bread that would sustain their physical life. You have mismanaged the world, and it shall be taken from you.
— Jack London, speaking to a group of New York socialites. Now, a hundred years later, and I hope we’re getting closer.
