We’ll go here now. It’ll not matter because the filled glass will be put away. It’s not for them to do this. When they do we leave. It’s not truth and we know this. Because we know we cannot care about them or how they came to think. Their decision is their own and then there’s more. There’s always more it’s odd that we continue to care. A cob fell from the stock. A boy picked it from the mud and wondered where it came from. He turned and faced the morning sun. He wanted to ask.
This Shadow isn’t Long Enough-
It Escapes Nothing-
‘If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water.’ – Ernest Hemingway
I worry that the bulk of today would read a brilliant paragraph written in this style and the missing 90% will go unseen.
I think it’s better to have lived your way, and made the waves you created, than to float on others. -M. Taggart
When chaos hits-
And you’re alone-
Does this make you strong-
Copyright M. Taggart
I wrote this on 9/12/01 while in college. I didn’t know until a few days later that my uncle had fled from tower number two.
Gavin Says Hello.
They say a new born is unable to see more than a few inches in front of their face. Then I remember that my belief is that professionals don’t exist; individuals exist. I wonder.