The priest rules through the invention of sin. – Friedrich Nietzsche
Musings on life and stuff
Can you measure love with the laughter on your lips without the tears on your cheeks?
No matter how many people warn you not to go near the fire, you’ll still approach it. And why wouldn’t you? Have you seen the fire? With blazing red and...
Questioning is speaking. Speaking is being. Being is not feeling. Feeling is not being. And so life goes: entrances and exits and so much pondering in between.
The Sandman is an elusive fella. No matter how many sleepless nights you spend looking for him, you won’t find the tiniest speck of him. But then, just like that,...
When our dearly departed leave this earth, they go on living in our memories, in our thoughts, in our words, in our actions… in us.
You know you’ve accomplished something when you look at your watch and you realize you’d been running and biking for two hours and all you feel is high.
The expected often yields the unexpected. And that’s when your life changes.