a plea for empathy. a nearly dead language with a radiance for life. 

descartes knew he would be an asshole long after his withered bone machine fed the flowers. 

he wasn't necessarily evil, he was simply amoral, and simple.

and the mechanics were clamorous for his scheme.

he took the path less traveled. 

all the difference

do go on

in near the beginning

place and time 

do go on

young green heron born of infinite patience