Writing, as I experience it, means wringing out the heart/mind until it stops lying.
History repeats herself.
As the medieval mind blamed God for human suffering, so the modern mind blames 'the system' for the industrial blight and plague of technology.
The life of the city cat is short but so sophisticated.
Hope is a dream deferred.
a time has come in our history when what is known has little connection with what is done.