How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought.

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?

The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive — nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.