They reveal that life is not a tapestry; rather, it is nothing nearly as well ordered or tightly woven.
The thing about dictatorships, and oppressive regimes in general, is that there is no freedom of speech.
Somewhere between the web and the weft of words— in the space where the feeling of life almost forms a thought —is the realm of being at one with the plant.
We were conference-bound, and high-speed conversation bounced back and forth for almost the entire duration until we reached our destination.
I heard the Earth rumbling: it was the hearts of millions of fairies turning to stone and thudding on the ground like persistent, regular blows from a hammer. They were dying in their successive droves as daylight reached one time zone after another around the Planet.
There are two hearts beating, two hearts breathing to the beat of that one drum, breathing naked together, we are joined at the heart and we breathe in unison, always, we pretend it is for always, but know it is not so.
So should you happen to scorn or fail to comprehend or accept who I am, respect my soul, and what I have and haven't done, as I respect life and love itself.