Individual Thorns Among the Bed of Roses.

Spring Flowers Claude Monet, 1864. I'd like to convince myself to believe that perhaps the first rose that ever existed came without its thorns. It started growing its prickles when everyone reached out for it, for the aesthetic pleasure that the flower emit was too hard to resist. Its beauty has not and never will…

Hanging by the Thread of Silence.

The Glass of Beer (Portrait of the Poet Sabartes) Pablo Picasso, 1901 - 2. There are instances when silence slits and slashes better than a sharpened knife. This is not one of those times. The current case is simple: my words are as scrambled as the fleeting clouds; my thoughts are erratically stabilized. I wish…