Thing about being a prophet. You can just go. If you’ve a mind to, try to find me.
You picked and I accept your verdict.
A Deerhound Diary
Being the observations of a retired Scottish blogger by a lord of Scots
Thing about being a prophet. You can just go. If you’ve a mind to, try to find me.
You picked and I accept your verdict.
We are from dust and to dust we shall return. The greatest, the smallest, the most heroic and the least brave all return to dirt.
What else is there to say? I mean, we speak a lot of words between dust and dust. We appear to be doing stuff and our lives have meaning insofar as we are temporarily something other than dust.
What is that something that we become when we are not simply dust? Does it matter to anyone?
Nope. Sports scores.