Experience is the best teacher but only fools learn from none other.

(Widely attributed to Benjamin Franklin)

"I amar prestar aen. Han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned wilith."

How bravely we loved
How fiercely we loved
- Troy

some mourn and fear the very idea of ignorance

it does not intrinsically denote incompetence, unwillingness, maliciousness

it is simply a sparse description of a state of being in a particular moment

one moment

in a lifetime comprised of a seemingly endless moments

ignorance isn’t the end

ignorance is the beginning of knowing

Magnificent Creatures

Brilliant in their own right Narcissists

Magnificent creatures 

Leaders, teachers, poets, preachers

The world in harmony dances for just a taste of your beautiful mind

Your thoughts sound like music familiar but altogether unknown 

Adorned across the ages

Magnificent Creatures 

Spinning straw

blinding our senses 

Unharnessed enlightenment 

Spun into a memory 

In its place invisible gold

Wealth with unforgiving injury untold

Magnificent creature 

dammed eternal to roam 

Thirsting 

Searching

For an end 

A beginning 

A cure for the pain

A fill for the emptiness 

Magnificent creatures wielding every sort of skill that by the skills own reputation 

borders on myth and dare say it Magic 

Conflating meritorious acts with actual merit

Example: Discovery of knowledge for uncovering of truth

Technicalities, tricky traps!

Hiding a fate likely tragic for unwitting well wishers

Who themselves loved and few lucky ones even witnessed marvels 

At the hand of Magnificent creatures 

Magnificent creature so terrifying, from where does your beauty appear

The answer, the world's wise, know is all too near

Magnificent creature 

Unique to even the most discerning and erudite gaze

Eventually rendering the beholder blind

Relentlessly brewing foreboding suspicion of a hidden path of destruction

Left in the wake

Of inconceivable creations by the most Magnificent Creatures

Their key to survival

Relentless poise for the self defense kill

And a flattering laser-like focus on the secret & most beautiful parts of the real person we criminally hold captive

In a prison of deceitful self doubt locked tight with the deepest pain

And like magic these Magnificents seem a perfect fit to unlock those strongly held gates

Disappointing all those naïve enough to wait for the love they stole

When the key jams in the turn

Our savior disappears, with it precious a final hope for deliverance of fear

The best friend and worst foe any well wisher could ever know

Hold tight to precious hopes

And be weary of

Magnificent Creatures

At their worst they buy and sell people's attachments for short term advantages 

Sell their soul for temporary riches and gold

Betting on a sense of immortality one hopes will fade with the high of their last line

All while eternal happiness lays at their feet

With all that wisdom or success or money

Yet an emptiness that will not subside

It's obvious who only thinks they live free 

Magnificent Creature

I'm ashamed to have once called me

An Excerpt from a Dream

Twinkling emerald eyes quickly flickered between a few arguably cruel observations, each review more flawed than the last. Stopping at a blonde curl she again decided the locks were simply too fine and definitely too thin and her skin needed a spa day or two. In truth, she possessed timeless, classic good looks with the wisdom and wit of a girl twice her age. The beauty, all of fourteen years, had the heart of a lioness and the spirit of an angelic steward of all things good and true. So to say her self-image was in need of a reality check was in fact quite the dramatic understatement. Thankfully a mysterious traveler-turned-house guest, a mercurial talking cat, and two new friends were all in store to help do just that.

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My immortal no more

Reverberating shock paralyzingly every muscle I need to pick up the pieces 

Of what once was called my hope for you and me

Explosions unsurprising 

In a dream these scenes unfolded before 

Familiar favor I cling as the world surrounding me fades to black

My daughter's love the only color I see

In a moment the pressurized musical silence of shock will abide

He promised this moment and only now through the looking glass of mercy can I see

Untold blessings planted on paths to greater adventures

Now or never show my hand 

Remove folly's blindfold tied by misguided loyalty

Amid ongoing destruction favor is imperative 

Crucial for reasons unending forgotten too easily 

Not this time

Now or never 

Tasked with sustaining hope's kindle in His promises to me

Such promise in great sadness 

One of life's true mysteries 

Waiting to be solved for seeking simpletons believing in the ever benevolent unseen 

Faithful and unfailing this unseen

Its presence written on our existence's every tapestry 

Unmistakable beacon to safe harbor signaling through every mess the path to security

Eternal Life granted reprieve 

To this wretched soul

Allowing truth in love to be seen

Writhing naked in anguishing deceit

Desperate my ears studying for any sign of hope 

will you ever love me again the way you once did 

Before me appears another man 

Wistful words you comfort none

The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre —
To be redeemed from fire by fire. 

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire. 

~TS Eliot, Four Quartlets