On the Way Home: Groan Redux

If it seems like it's the end of March that is apparently a delusion, although it's clearly not warm enough to qualify as a fever dream.

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

Saturday, March 29, 2025

Groan Redux

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