And everyone says, “I don’t do drama.” But if they’re players in the game, they have to. Drama is the currency and the purpose of the stage play. The directors, writers and producers see it for what it is. But the actors, if they’re good, think it’s real. Believed feeling fuels the drama, so maybe …
A big, burly pine tree grows too high for the neighborhood association. Someone on the road above prefers their view of below has no obstructions in green shades. Their eyes prefer an expanse without that particular shape and distraction. Man wants a scene to look a certain way, as if it’s a channel on a …
Thoughts are things, and things are thoughts, and you, my friend are stuck in a thing pattern. . . a thought pattern. And there is no out door. Except into another pattern. Your eyes can only see so much. There are only so many named things, so many kinds of colors. Or does nature keep …
“And let’s say the game you play is a metaphor for life.” His son dropped the game controller at age 17 and stared back at him. “Wait, what?” the boy said. “What are you involved in when it starts?” “A search and a battle,” said the boy. “Fighting others, finding loot, gaining health.” “Why do …
I don’t care, and I don’t have a mind complicated enough to think that what I care about matters. That is the surrender required. Could you have an argument with the weather that matters or changes anything? “This year there have been too many clouds. We were robbed of a summer.” Who’s doing the robbing? …
