words as photographs

Self awareness trumps self consciousness.

And why not?! Why shouldn't, we the intellectuals, the shrewd minds of this world, not prey upon the willingly ignorant? Why shouldn't we be the villains of their day to-day lives, our barks a reminder of an ever present opportunity to rise above their own bleating stupidity? Mr. Roquefort, Esq.

But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel linked, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage.   Shakespeare

The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing o f victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.   - Oscar Wilde

He stands observing the lush valley below. Verdant and echoing out the sounds of wild life. Birds chirping, and god knows what else helping to the cacophony of life with guttural growls. His feet are warm. The mount that acts as a perch to all that life is in fact a dormant volcano. He saw it erupt, many years before. Liquid fire laying waste to all life below. Thinking back then Old Tom of the Jesuits from his village had it wrong. Hell came from above and not below, surely it did. Even if it was still a matter of the Earth spitting fire and rock, it was always the ones below paying the price. Now, looking at what came after the eruption, he isn't so sure. From the ashes all sorts of beings sprouted. The richness of the soil was made from the corpses of the past. The evil destruction before allowed this second life. He wonders if destroying his self will allow for the same. If the people below him, his family, will be strong enough to bloom from his ashen body. Small consolation, ...