The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul's fair emblem, and its only name-- But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade Of mortal life !--For in this earthly frame Ours is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame, Manifold motions making little speed, And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Thinking about using this phrase for my fourth book.
Friday, April 23, 2010
I have a new publication. The title is Brightness at Midnight, which is in direct opposition to Darkness at Noon, a saying in the book of Isaiah and a novel by Arthur Koestler. I say this only to give a hint of what my protagonist suffers due to his nihilistic ways.