The Beauty of Poetry

The beauty of poetry is that you can string beautiful words together and they make sense. Even if semantically they don't seem to make sense, the words have such an innate beauty that they bind together in a wonderful marriage. There are certain words that I find beautiful. A poem can be words strung together... Continue Reading →

Nothingness

I am nothing. I know nothing. I am, we are. I don’t pretend to know everything, or even anything. I can only know what I perceive and assume that which I’m unable to perceive is true. As Dr. Neruda says “The truth is self-expression of your infinite self in the human form upon Earth.” There’s... Continue Reading →

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