Vendôme

It is by tradition that I ought to write a long-winded statement about another year passing and produce some grand adage which should overview my 2021; what good should it bring? I would rather hang useless words by my windowsill to ineffectively defend my artless character.  And so, with my lagging trackpad and mouse low-on-battery, I crank out the last bit of due ingenuity of a humanities-aspiring STEM student. Who can not dream?  I need to severe ties with events that agitate, do away with images that no longer connect, impose thresholds that have been breached over the years.  I find myself waiting for a conclusive sentence, for until then I will have no definitive judgment nor stable evaluation of my next act. I must trade impulsiveness for mellowness, allow time to slip me hints that I may have otherwise dashed past.  Most interactions and contacts can be summarized to a collage of reactions. I hope to react even less and inquire more. There is truly no time for reactions. I will

A Franciscan garden Feminine gowns and dainty daisies  Primordial grace and fragile realities  Quickened pace and falling from treetops  The stream flows sentient creatures and condemning plots 

The Fishbowl Effect Shifting into a mature mindset is to hone in on forgiveness. Society tells me to forgive, and I will do away with all the wrongs it has since introduced to me. Every motive, every projected situation, every hostile encounter originates from society, not from the individual. We are but children of the culture, lacking in some forefront knowledge that restricts us from complete empathy. By some quick wistful thought we impose our values to our proximal neighbors, and by this transient nature births society.  How can the fish lament on the water that gives it life, however dirty and filthy the water is?  They say that when you forgive, a physical weight slips from your shoulders. So let this message find me, let this moment wrap around me: let the warm light in!

The Moirai Gameshow horror, aged cartoons Crawling on these littered streets, these men will feel different soon See how poisoned thoughts pour from intoxicated minds They would never make it back to Rockland  And neither will I Because the fates chide:  "who cowers at your gains and glamour? and who laughs at your pains and tremor?" 

Giuseppe Galli Bibiena The blundering moral question. Examine the ignorant evil-doer and the apparent evil-doer. One disregards the severity of the evil act, crossing his moral boundaries, and commits evil. Next, the primitive man whose consciousness does not factor into his evil-doing, the act itself is at once cleansed of moral attachments. Now, our current justice system treats the two man with the same punishments. It evaluates with logical deduction, the crime comes before the motive behind the crime. However, there will always be a time when we commit a crime out of necessity. This sense of urgency, no matter at what time in our life, will be paramount. Crime is inevitable. It is at the mercy of one's socioeconomic standing that one can yield moral relief from the crime.