Dear heart, I shall not altogether die.Something of my elusive scattered spiritshall within the line’s diaphanous urnby Poetry be piously preserved.— Samuel Beckett, Non Omnis Moriar Samuel Beckett’s first stanza is a mic drop precisely because we feel the truth in it. Non Omnis Moriar—not everything dies—because we create ripples that reverberate and live beyond…
“We can park the van and walk to town Find the cheapest bottle of wine that we could find And talk about the road behind How getting lost is not a waste of time Le Bois d’Amour will take us home And in a moment we will sing as the forest sleeps” – Jack Johnson,…
Reading history you learn just how violently brutal our ancestors were to each other. Read about people being drawn and quartered, most famously William Wallace, and you shake your head at the cruelty of the slow death. Listen to the Hardcore History podcast and every episode is about the brutality of mankind in wars from…