Art, literature, philosophy, politics, and anything else worth thinking about, or looking at, depend upon frames-of-reference that say, "look at this".
Frames direct attention; it's their only real job.
The literal meaning of thoughtless is: without thought. Having no thought for others is certainly bad. Being thoughtless about certain other things isn't so bad. You might be thoughtless about getting praise You might be thoughtless about getting credit for what you do. You might be thoughtless about a lot of things that are usually called virtuous.
I'm inclined to think of Physical Therapy as a process of medical healing. I'm inclined to think of Psychological Therapy as a form of bunkum - a sham promise of healing that might be more accurately called, Therapeutic Shamanism.
The lunatic dance of the world isn't tied to any particular place or time. "Come out from among them" isn't about any particular place or time. It's about stepping outside the dance of the bacchanal altogether.
Gonna to take a little nap now. The mashed mangos can wait. Gonna let my dreams take me back to the green jungle home I never knew.
Maybe it seems that way to me because of the pleasant hallucinogenic effect of the smoke swirling suggestively through my head. I wonder, Is it me waxing poetic, or is it the smoke?
Should I care which?
Arcadia became treasured memory, Arcadians became Cajuns, and Longfellow's story of Evangeline became Cajun history.
The truth of art transcends dry history.
Vaguely aware that closing-time was drawing nigh, we stumbled on, pushing our limits to complete the mission. Nothing was completely clear anymore, except that our mission was stunningly stupid.
They were farmers. Sharp pocket knives are to farmers as scalpels are to surgeons. Both surgical and agricultural operations rest on sharp edges of steel.
A thousand jobs on farms and operating tables depend upon precision-honed blades.
Loss is the stuff of life. It's also the stuff of drama. Maybe you'd be better off thinking of your loss as one more thread in an unfolding tapestry of epic struggle. Then what seemed pointless becomes destiny. It will still hurt, but your suffering will be given context.
Despite defensive quibbling's, Eugenics is brutally simple: kill all the ugly ducklings to allow the handsome ducklings to breed themselves into a more perfect flock.
The principal holds whether with ducks, or people.
Complicated explanations typically signal something's wrong with the explanation.
Trusting toddlers become cunning adults. They lose the innocence they were fated to lose. Cubs become lions. Baby rhinoceros turn into massive tanks. Puppies become wolves. Kids become teenagers. Those once cute are no longer cute.
The truth is no individual fits perfectly into the matrix of any group. We are each as unique as our fingerprints. We are all groups of one.
Miss Isabella Bird traveled the globe writing story after story of far-away people and places. There would be nothing like her nineteenth-century travel books until James Michener started writing his twentieth-century travel books.
You are author of you own narrative". Every life is a narrative. Even though most of the plot will be written by forces beyond your control - you still have editorial influence.