Landscape of the Heart

...But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly, you tread on my dreams.
#ThoseAreRecyclable #ecoUNfriendly #conscientious objector

#ThoseAreRecyclable #ecoUNfriendly #conscientious objector


You are beautiful, and I hope you see it someday. But not just for your own sense of self-worth but because you should see something that beautiful before you die.

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

—Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram (via observando)

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Adventures and Wonderwall

And They Built Altars

Vox populi no. 7

Our Truest Irony

American Individualism is an ideal perpetuated by societal agreement, such that it does not grow on its own but, instead, is fed to citizens as they grow and develop until they themselves can do the feeding.  Individualism is the product of society.  This is truly one of the greatest ironies of our time.

You know you love teaching when you buy your own big dry-erase markers.

You know you love teaching when you buy your own big dry-erase markers.

Only when you have worked alone - when you have felt around you a black gulf of solitude more isolating than that which surrounds the dying man, and in hope and in despair have trusted to your own unshaken will - then only will you have achieved. Thus only can you gain the secret isolated joy of the thinker, who knows that, a hundred years after he is dead and forgotten, men who never heard of him will be moving to the measure of his thoughts…

—Oliver Wendell Holmes