Stairway to nowhere. What's the story? Each time I leave work, I pass this lonely sight/site and I wonder who lived here? Who loved this place? Why did they leave? What happened to their home? Who owns this piece of land now and what do they plan to do with it? It sits on the edge of a neighborhood that is rapidly changing; from modest, single family homes to rentals, and from small businesses to warehouses and seedy motels. I doubt it will ever be the site of a home again, and somehow, that makes me sad.
It is not life and wealth and power that enslave men, but the cleaving to life and wealth and power.
Buddha (c. 563-483 BCE)
I find it difficult to feel responsible for the suffering of others. That's why I find war so hard to bear. It's the same with animals: I feel the less harm I do, the lighter my heart. I love a light heart. And when I know I'm causing suffering, I feel the heaviness of it. It's a physical pain. So it's self-interest that I don't want to cause harm.
Alice Walker, author (b. 1944)
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He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.
Horace, poet and satirist (65-8 BCE)