‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all …
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –Again rejoicing Nature sees
Why is truth not allowed to exist anymore? Why is basic reality banned from our lives? Nobody believes in basic logic anymore! Truth judges...