Do a search for grapes & pear and see if you can find any other image that even comes close to the artistic composition of this one picture.
BTW, this isn’t my work. Wish it was. Hope to eventually find the name of the artist who did this.
Revolution is not a dinner party, not an essay, nor a painting, nor a piece of embroidery; it cannot be advanced softly, gradually, carefully, considerately, respectfully, politely, plainly, or modestly.
Mao Tse-tung
Time For A Populist Revolution. Urban radicals favor equality, and rural traditionalists favor liberty, but economic pressure on both the right & left is what the oligarchs want.
“Stay back there now!” he croaked. “Just keep your distance, sport. I’ve got nothing you’re after – unless it’s the cheese, and you can have that. If it’s meat you want, I’m nothing but gristle, but I’ll fight to keep it. Back now! back!”
“I’m not a sport, good simpleton,” said Brother Francis, using the polite address. He tossed back his hood to show his monastic haircut and held up his rosary beads. “Do you understand these?”
After a brief scrutiny, the pilgrim straightened. “Oh – one of them.” He leaned on his staff and scowled.
– A Canticle For Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1959)
Tells a lot about wind direction.
per·am·bu·late (verb)
Silence is like a river of grace inviting us to leap unafraid into its beckoning depths. It is dark & mysterious in the waters of grace. Yet in the silent darkness we are given new eyes. Sometimes it is good to leap into the unknown; good to practice leaping.
Macrina Wiederkehr
When I speak, my lips & tongue form the words that are on my mind. These ARE my thoughts, yet they are NOT my thoughts.
I’ll try to turn over a new leaf, a blank page, and start over.
Embrace movement outdoors to boost vitality.
Enthusiasm, the noun, comes from the Greek word enthousiasmos, meaning “possessed by a god, inspired.”
The stronger the soul and the flesh, the more fruitful the struggle and the richer the final harmony. God does not love weak souls & flabby flesh. The Spirit is a carnivorous bird which is incessantly hungry; it eats flesh and, by assimilating it, makes it disappear.
Kazantzakis