On the Way Home: Endless

Yes, I'm sure that if you simply looked at the calendar you could convince yourself that we were a third of the way through March here in Calais, Vermont.

Endless #YankeeHellhole

Words (Between the Lines of Age)

"The dead! The dead who loved me in my childhood. Whenever I remember them, my whole soul shivers and I feel exiled from all hearts, alone in the night of myself, weeping like a beggar before the closed silence of all doors."

Fernando Pessoa,

"Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?"

Virgil, Aeneid

"It was in vain that I lingered before the hawthorns."

Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past

"This is the way the gods ordained the destiny of men, to bear such burdens in our lives, while they feel no affliction."

Homer, The Iliad

On the Way Home

Monday, March 10, 2025

Endless

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