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“To keep our hearts open is probably the most urgent responsibility you have as you get older”

Kissing has always felt more intimate to me than any other form of interaction. A good kiss says everything without saying a word. Hunger. Vulnerability. Affection. Possession. Need.

A hand at your waist. Foreheads touching. The subtle, awkward hesitation before lips meet for the first time. That first slow taste of someone you’ve been thinking about for far too long. Then suddenly your thoughts blur, your pulse spikes, and your knees remember exactly why people write songs about this moment.

This is what a war of choice looks like when the choice was made by frauds happy to burn down their own country to move markets and stroke their fragile egos.

WHY HASN'T TRUMP AND HIS SLEW OF LITIGIOUS LAWYERS SUED OVER THESE COMMENTS?

“Those who live nobly, even if in their day they live obscurely, need not fear that they will have lived in vain. Something radiates from their lives, some light that shows the way to their friends, their neighbours—perhaps to long future ages. I find many men nowadays oppressed with a sense of impotence, with the feeling that in the vastness of modern societies there is nothing of importance that the individual can do. This is a mistake. The individual, if he is filled with love of mankind, with breadth of vision, with courage and with endurance, can do a great deal.” ~Bertrand Russell, The Basic Writings of Bertrand Russell (1962), Part XVII: The Analyst of International Affairs, 72. If We Are to Survive This Dark Time, p. 669

'To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the time of the world's night utters the holy. This is why, in Hölderlin's language, the world's night is the holy night.'