- Mythos & Marginalia

07/07/2015

Should life
serve up
an occasion
to cry,
find instead
a reason
to smile . . .
j.g.l.

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08/10/2026

Mondays are just young Fridays

When you start again tomorrow, when does that tomorrow start? Is it first thing in the morning and will you do it with all your heart? Or will you think about it all afternoon and question whether it is truly the time to begin? Is today really that tomorrow you were thinking of? If you skip it is it even a sin? For motivation do you need a kick in the ass or just a gentle shove? You do seem to remember it was an activity that you loved. Is this really the day you promised yourself, or Wednesday or another day; some other time it seems. Is this the tomorrow in the calendar or the tomorrow of your dreams?

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08/09/2026

the results

Art requires activity;

is cursed by passivity.

When creating, only

you will absorb the

range of motions,

yet the results truly

reveal the totality

of your emotions.

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08/08/2026

It’s not just
about what
you do, or
how much
you do, but
how much
of yourself
you put into
what you
are doing.
What can
you do?

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08/11/2026

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Wise words from the Internet.

Some days, someone else (and I don’t know who) offers a thought or phrase that simply hits home.

On a day like today, these words make more sense than anything else my mind will allow.

j.g.l.

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08/07/2026

cloud songs

     The night keeps to itself,

hides its details. Your senses

                        must be sharp.

The day is more brazen, it is

   what it is, becoming as

      obvious as confusing.

Day or night, you notice when

     one meets the other it is

      at its beginning or its end.

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08/04/2026

wait

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