Isn’t it obvious how ostentatious it isto be so awesomely austere,and then to assume its necessitywith such audacious authority?Austerity is the righteous heirloom,a father’s rebuke of his soninto the guise of maturity,water on the dying embers of curiosity.A pretense that shatters the danceinto glassy imitation grounded in fear.Suppressing expression,the spurning is non-dual.Valor lies in the contemplation—the chipping-away of that austere veneer,in the play and the... more

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