Musings in Triplets

A homeless man eating trashwith the perfunctory movement of a woman flossing.

For Schopenhauermen of genius were like smudged mirrorson the backs of slaves.

Sure, it is admirable to have depth.I say, it is just as admirable to be wide.Wide and deep, like a canyon.

In the garden of human sensesthe animals find themselves unable to speak.

Not a single thing is false!The deepest truth of the universe.Everything is true.

Those who believe that love is a descent, like climbing down the mountain, returning home, are closer to their happiness.