Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
I like to apply storytelling methods and techniques to try to frame the story in an interesting way, but you can never control what's happening.
I have blocks of time where I'm working intently on something.
What you saw was the people of New York having a debate, talking through these issues. It was contentious; it was emotional; but, ultimately, they made a decision to recognize civil marriage. And I think that's exactly how things should work.
Moral nihilism comes with a price we can now see.