Finally, A Good Prescription
"You look at the world through rose-colored glasses"
These are the eyeglasses of rejoicing— They are clear It is the world that is rosy.
Sore pilgrim-eyeball, Shining tramp, Begging lik [...]
What to Me is the multitude of your sacrifices?
—Isaiah I: 11
The innateness of the longing for relation is apparent even in the earliest and dimmest stage.
The petals of the dogwood trees are an inflamed guilty pink. Aztec Ap [...]