In one of my favorite movies of all time, Bruce Almighty, the main character – Bruce – says this, “Be careful what you wish for, punk!” shortly after… spoiler alert… God grants Bruce divine powers. Predictably, towards the end of the movie, Bruce’s life is worse than it had been before
Every thread is made up of even more delicate fibers. Every beam is composed of even sharper rays. And every melody holds within it even more evanescent notes, whose modesty affords for one a unit worthy of one’s adoration. It’s a system of microcosms of some sort, with
I’ve been having the kind of thoughts one has when one has too much time on one’s hands. It helps to put them down into ink and paper because perhaps one could make sense of them. This would be easy if putting these thoughts together were like playing