As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are all children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue. This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp.
Sometimes success demands a certain refined insanity.
I admit I was drinking a Guinness... but I did not swallow.
I cannot swallow whole the view of Lincoln as the Great Emancipator.
