#ruminations.

It’s funny how people will recognize any form of strong affection and love as immediately romantic. Like, everyone’s strangely used to friendships being “lowkey” in the display of affection department because for some reason there’s a very tiny, tight space where you can operate when showing love to your friends and anything that surpasses that even slightly is seen as romantic. Are you picking up what I’m putting down here?...

It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.

Stout men and lordly they are, and the Riders of Rohan look almost as boys beside them; for they are grim men of face, worn like weathered rocks for the most part, even as Aragorn himself; and they are silent.” “But even as Aragorn they are courteous, if they break their silence.

A hard truth: that courage can be without meaning or impact, need not be rewarded, or even known. The world has not been made in that way. Perhaps, however, within the self there might come a resonance, the awareness of having done something difficult, of having done... something.

The heart has its own laws, and the truth is… the truth is that you are the law of mine. You are the harbor of my soul's journeying.

I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.