The pieces of Amor Fati sprawl as Nietzsche pours another coffee for change or chaos or choice because schools of thought splattered like rain as the strings tug away the day.
Life Is Beautiful
It's all about you and me
We are talking about something we know nothing about.
embrace the impossible
"For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.” —Catherine Drinker Bowen
(...and some I have)
I’m an artist, an illustrator, a photographer, a tinker, a tailor, a mother, a spy
Exploring Rhymes, Reasons, and Nuances of Our World