If we could destroy custom at a blow and see the stars as a child sees them, we should need no other apocalypse.
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G.K. CHESTERTON, “A Defence of Baby-Worship”
Went to see this brilliant play last night. Not quite post apocalyptic….pre or during the apocalypse perhaps? The audience sat inside the stage set and were even led through different scenes. It was a real experience which was exciting and almost scary, especially when they turned the lights out. So darkly humorous, you’re almost afraid to laugh…but you still do…
too much
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit.
