I have looked at so many photographs, I can not see them anymore.
Take what the old-church found in Mithra's tomb, candle and script and bell, take what the new-church spat upon and broke and shattered.
Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness.
Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.
I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been? Understand where I'm coming from?
Ignorance and arrogance are a lethal combination. Nowhere do we see that more clearly among writers and performers who pontificate as historians when they know nothing about history.
A good Traceur trains until heshe gets it right. An excellent Traceur trains until heshe cannot get it wrong.
If your words or images are not on point, making them dance in color won't make them relevant.