please don't joke about suffering so cruelly. please, it hurts my heart to see it and I cannot (due to my enfeebled will) imagine how it hurts the jokers heart to make such meanness said.
I watched Good Will Hunting last night, and I feel really present. I contacted my father, and we concluded our talk with our catchphrase "ever stalwart".
I think about Hook and Dead Poet's, I think about dead poets, I think about actors, I think about humans, I think about animals and ecosystems, and I think about space, far and quiet, and connected with rippling peace (although as cataclysmic as a sun, and nebulous as night as well).
I was strolling the city (Richmond, VA) last night, and I visited an outlook of the James River, and I really just brooded upon the strange and touching thought that Robin Williams, like any other accomplished human, is yet another creature looking for a way home, which happened to be lit with stardom, maybe in confusing light, maybe in distracting light. And I thought about the quote of Jim Carrey mentioned in an earlier post in this thread. The answer is a continuous question of love. ahhh, such tragic, and beautiful life...
let us be honest and courageous and share open heart compassion, not defensive heart attacks. please.
what will y'all's verse be?