Why Should Life All Labour Be?
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
In 1944 the mother of the poet Yevtushenko travelled from Siberia to Moscow, where she witnessed a procession of 20,000 German prisoners of war marching through the streets.
Avoid confrontation, says Laborit, because its only result is to establish an order of dominance, such as monkeys seek when they fight to decide who may mate with whom.
And I wondered then, how do we ever know what beauty lies inside of people, and the strange ways this world works to lure that beauty outward?
A thought: Sometimes the clouds and sunlight will form in a way you’ve never seen them do before, and your city will feel as if it’s another city altogether.
She said that we, as humans, bear the burden of having to be every animal in the world rolled into one.
She said that we really have no identity of our own.
... one is never finished with one’s family, it’s like the smallpox that catches you as a child and leaves you marked for life.