My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.
Dare I? Of course I don't. But I'm going to anyhow because I have no choice.
If I didn't get fond I could be happy all the time.
To create a work of art, great or small, is work, hard work, and work requires discipline and order.
To be alive is to be vulnerable.
Schooling, instead of encouraging the asking of questions, too often discourages it.