I observe. I write. Therefore, I am.
I look out of this window and I think this is a cosmos, this is a huge creation, this is one small corner of it. The trees and birds and everything else and I’m part of it. I didn’t ask to be put here, I’ve been lucky in finding myself here. – Morris West
This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it.
‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not.
Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream.
Blue is a simile.
Blue, she is like a woman…And, as a woman, she is deadly.
― Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art
