Quid? what are you , saying''
2 years ago
prag·ma·tism | ro·man·ti·cism
Beautiful rocks, beautiful grass
Beautiful soil where they both combine
Beautiful river, covered in sky
Never thought of possession
That all this was mine...
When you know, even for a moment
That it's your time —
Then you can walk with the power
of a thousand generations
~ Bruce Cockburn "Dream Like Mine"
"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Robert Frost, 1923
I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process — an integral function of the universe.
~ R. Buckminster Fuller