“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.” Blaise Pascal
My Heart Is True
My quartet, sometimes pumping major, sometimes minor chords, of deep, deep feeling, be they ecstatic or other, less so. To be moved is to know joy and pain, even simultaneously. To be lifted is to know the bounds of passions flavours. Moments like these I feel in my temples, my chest, my breath or lack of it for want of air.
My quartet, all four chambers, never suspended, never diminished, though often augmented with all kinds of bargained feelings of love, forgiveness, joy, pain, fear. It all wells and heaves in my body needing time to be discerned before any sense of consolation or desolation can be determined towards a course of action, if at all. I am uncertain as to who conducts who, but I am certain my heart is true.
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“With considerable justice, Bangladesh’s leading climate scientist says that ‘These migrants should have the right to move to the countries from which all these greenhouses are coming.'” Noam Chomsky
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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