Daphne

A last leap like no other, this.
Heartstopped. Always never ready.


A last leap like no other, this.
Heartwrenching. Into the muddy.


A last leap like no other, this.
Heartbroken. Hardby yet softly.

Words from the Wise...

"It is a salutary discipline to consider the vast number of books that are written, the fair hopes with which their authors see them published, and the fate which awaits them. What chance is there that any book will make its way among that multitude? And the successful books are but the success of a season. Heaven knows what pains the author has been at, what bitter experiences he has endured and what heartache suffered, to give some chance reader a few hours' relaxation or to while away the tedium of a journey. And if I may judge from the reviews, many of these books are well and carefully written; much thought has gone to their composition; to some even has been given the anxious labor of a lifetime. The moral I draw is that the writer should seek his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of his thought; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success."     --W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

Nobodaddy's Business but His, Right?

Are there not many secrets to be kept and many questions asked that are best left unanswered?

Clever people do, with certainty, disagree with that, but are they correct?

When we discover the truth about anything are we its master or its slave?

Those who have reasoned God out of life's equation have exercised their imaginative powers to the nth degree, but, really, to what end?

Once He has been expedited off-stage, are the waiting understudies qualified to assume His role?

Does one's DNA (read Do Not Awaken?) give geneticists the right to pass judgment upon our physical being? And what revelations lie therein of one's Muse? Spirit? Potential? Nature?

Should Hamlet have asked "To let it be, or not to let it be?" That is the only question, after all, isn't it?

Have the histories of men and their gods not slammed shut as many doors as they ever have propped open?