there is a warning

I'm forever looking for the silence within all the noise, a place of sanctuary, of blissful peace. Recently, the noises within the silence have proved to be powerful beyond my expectations. Had I expected those noises to even be present, maybe I wouldn’t have searched for a silence after all.
Is this the bliss?


In these troubled times, we don’t pray for the good man to win, but for the good man to stay alive. History is repeating and repeating its self, and each time it becomes more fierce, more violent, more crude and powerful than the last.

With great power, come great corruptions. The human spirit is thus weakened by the meandering human being.

We live in harsh times, on the edge waiting for a war, for a death, for unemployment, for a deadly disease.

To know we are using up the earth as crudely as we do, to know human beings are forgetting what it is to be human, to know there are men losing their lives over futile un-explanations makes the end of the world seem like the place we ought to be.


.2012.