The Lyceum: Aristotle in a Bottle
Teachings of history’s greatest minds. … More The Lyceum: Aristotle in a Bottle
Teachings of history’s greatest minds. … More The Lyceum: Aristotle in a Bottle
Adalasia: First Entry – Sicily, August, 1943 A curious thing happened today. It’s amazing how different things are now amidst the shelling. The incessant shooting, screaming, and shouting. Hardly a week ago I was making pies for Father’s bakery, whistling cheerful tunes and thinking of boys. My every day seemed filled with that of joy … More Love & Loss
I know you see things as I do There’s nothing we need to think through Take my hand, come walk with me There’s no one here else but us, you see Underneath these sparkling stars The entire world is ours Pick a place: below, above Say the word. It’s yours, my love There’s not a … More Walk With Me
Liberty is everything
Choosing choice above all else
Picking paths to try and tread
Power lies within yourself … More Liberty
So here’s to hoping that someday, just as Florence did so long ago, we look up — only to see those who embody values as close to the heart as that once-in-an-era, truly magnificent bloodline. … More The Noble House of Medici
It doesn’t take a day, fortnight To know what’s wrong and know what’s right It only takes some sadness, see A bit of love and empathy Understanding someone else Not just standing for yourself Realizing that, in truth I’m just me, and you’re just you We do not need to hate, or fight Whether priest … More Antoninus Pius
Nod to They for inspiration
Gone, their minds still mold creation
Rising now in narration
Here with us, tonight … More Nod to They
We’re oft afraid, think paths are laid, but never do we know what’s next. We say we know, even though, we can’t tell the font from text. There exists a rhyme to life, rhythms we don’t understand. And yet if let to devices, it will hold you, hand in hand. Never have I ever known … More Without a Crown
They’ve no master, not these stars
Not “mine”, not “yours”, they’re simply “ours”
Casting wishes, we, to they
For sparkles that turn dark to day … More Spelled in Skies of Sparkling Stars
Over time, I began to realize more and more how strange I probably came off to people by doing stuff like this. It would make the other person think I’m subtly acknowledging an imperfection or something. Messed up hair, wrinkled shirt, whatever. Which wasn’t at all what I was doing, but it probably appeared that way nonetheless. … More Living With OCD: The Subtle Ways it Can Govern Your Life