The tyrant king (Fowles)
The eyes of the tyrant king
Who sees nothing, nothing, in each hope,
And nothing in each past but lies.
John Fowles, from "An Old Draft"
Labels: poetry
Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
—Helen Keller
—Helen Keller
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
