Everything you thought was beautiful and profound at age 14 remains so to this day; "growing up" is a codeword for domestication and being buckbroken by the monotony of life

For an early modern example, see George Herbert’s “Easter Wings” (from the Williams Manuscript):

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Serenity meow.

Booze will do that.

Good morning to all bodhisattvas . · . · 𖥸

江戸時代の絵師、中村芳中の描くいきものたち。

Big, if true.

His Master’s Voice.

The bold.

Two cats are fishing in a tree

Brünnhilde, 1936

That’s funny.

Forget "politics." Cultivating literacy --independent literacy, the ability to read and think and write and do it all in your own head and with your own two hands, so to speak -- is the great radical act now. Be a radical.

Toshiro Mifune celebrates yet another Poetry Month. (This would be 30. So he is already half way through a fresh pack.)

Japanese accounts after 3 days on U.S. Twitter: 🇯🇵🇺🇲

A poem that I recite to myself whenever the cherryblossoms blow.

So true.

Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day. A.E. Housman

There is, I find, a fine line between sunshine and societal collapse and today we have leapt over it in sandals.