Remesha

Beauty matters — even if some pretend it doesn’t. But why exactly?

We get life and strength from ‘holy places’ — and not knowledge and words. But is that really so?

The idea of being ‘forced into love’ is an oxymoron. Or is it? Are ‘love’ and ‘duty’ to be kept completely separate?

If we’re made to look for a place to lay our roots, perhaps that is an indication that a solid ground somehow somewhere exists

We cannot learn to die, or rest our well-made heads on the pillow of ignorance…

To rule is something worth wanting, even in Hell: It’s better to rule in hell than be a servant in Heaven.

A statement is not necessarily true because it is wrapped in fine language or false because it is awkwardly expressed.

Here’s an account of what happens when we nonchalantly forge on in the wrong direction. Just who are we following? Are we sure we’re not lost?

Love bears all things. Why do people judge the ones they love? How is it that love sometimes doesn’t withstand conflicts?