Incurable lover of the grotesque

Summer haze
“August of another summer, and once again
I drink the sun
and the lilies are spread across the water”
-Mary Oliver, from Felicity, The pond

If, just for a moment, heaven could open its doors and let me say hi, I'd want to do it today. Here's a birthday hug from earth.🤍🎉🥀

“What is a thinker worth if he does not know how to escape from his own virtues occasionally? For he ought not to be only a moral being!”
—Daybreak, §510.