Bradley Vernon was a quiet man, a simple man.
"Men may not be great of themselves, but their words, proceeding from the systems they follow, make them so..."
My Father always told me "Son,It's in the little things,The things that all too quickly runBetween your grasping fingers,The looks that barely linger,In these you'll find a steady joyJust
Hail to thee, O Phoenix, bringer of light and dark! Hail to thee, O Phoenix, singer of songs so stark!
The natives were right to fear it.
We heard it as if it flew from a distant memory, a memory of a place in which we all once dwelt long ago, in jungles and chasms far away in the mists of time, where the orchids bloomed in long sheets of pure white, without stain or blemish.
"Our familiarity with the larger domestic animals tends, I think, to mislead us: we see no great destruction befalling them, and we forget that thousands are slaughtered annually for food, and that in a state of Nature an equal amount would have somehow to be disposed of."
I know it in my heart that we shall never again exclaim with Kurtz or any of humanity those dreaded words: "The horror, the horror!" ...for to such an end we have labored."
It was 1995, the year after masses of people assembled to kill one another in the darkest jungles of the most misunderstood Continent ...
Monologue given on July 7th to the esteemed members of the Positive Perspectives Book Club.
“Before anything, I must relinquish myself at the altar of the Truth.”
The following was presented to the esteemed members of the Positive Perspectives Book Club on February 10th, two-thousand and nineteen.
Here follows the monologue on Heraclitus’ Fragments and Sir Francis Bacon’s Great Instauration.