Chasing Imperfect Forms

Are there any other kind?

If it's Tuesday, this must be Belgium, but where's my heart?

If thou lovest me and the heart within thee is loyal, be not my friend but in word, with heart and mind turned contrary; either love me with a whole heart, or disown me and hate me in open quarrel. Whosoever is in two minds with one tongue, he, Cyrnus, is a dangerous comrade, better as foe than friend.

- Theognis of Megara (87-92)

Virtual Living in a Green Screen World

Stay near me---do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find I thee,
Historian of my infancy !
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father's family!

Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:---with leaps and spring
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
- William Wordsworth

The Invisible Elephant in Every Freudian Room

Dreaming of Wealth, and other "wish fullfillments"?

On Perfection

Surfeit, for sure, begets pride when prosperity cometh to a bad man whose mind is not perfect.

- Theognis of Megara (153-154)

Anobody know how to make Shadow Puppets?

Denying Ophelias

Mayst thou safely accomplish thy journey across the great sea, and Poseidon take thee to be a delight unto thy friends.

- Theognis of Megara (691-692)

Sebastian's Paranoia

Come on into the Tea Party. The water's just fine!

Venturing Forth Towards Freedom

Never is slavery straight of head, but ever crooked and keepeth her neck askew; for the child of a bondwoman is never free in spirit, any more than a rose or hyacinth groweth upon a squill.

- Theognis of Megara (535-538)

Urban Assault Tactics - Unleashing the Dogs of War

Nobody is all-happy in all things; rather doth the good endure to have evil albeit men know it not, whereas the bad man knoweth not how to abide and restrain his heart either in good hap or in bad; of all sorts are the gifts that come of the Gods to man, yet must we endure to keep the gifts they send, of whatsoever sort they be.

- Theognis of Megara (441-446)

And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
-Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar" (Act 3, scene 1, 270–275)