“…he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm’s length.”
— Patrick Süskind (The Pigeon)
We are what we repeatedly do.
Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.-Aristotle-
This one goes out to a good friend of mine.
It’s time for a serious conversation, mate.
Under the overhanging yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state,
Like stranger gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam. They meditate.
Motionless thus they sit and dream
Until that melancholy hour
When, with the sun’s last fading gleam,
The nightly shades assume their power.
From their still attitude the wise
Will learn with terror to despise
All tumult, movement, and unrest;
For he who follows every shade,
Carries the memory in his breast,
Of each unhappy journey made.
