The Hollow Man by T.S. Eliot I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without…
31 Days of Halloween – October 9, 2013
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents… some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from…
Dispatch from Crossroads Macon 2013
I’ll write something more in-depth and “professional” later. Something that highlights the dozens of talented and special people I’ve met and talked to. Something that properly thanks the hundreds of hours of hard work and the volunteers that make Crossroads work. For now, I need to express my gratitude to the conference goers (patrons…
31 Days of Halloween – October 4, 2013
“The cold stars shone in mockery, and the bare trees waved their branches above me; now and then the sweet voice of a bird burst forth amidst the universal stillness. All, save I, were at rest or in enjoyment; I, like the arch-fiend, bore a hell within me, and finding myself unsympathized with, wished to…
31 Days of Halloween – October 3, 2013
“Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing…