Self Pity
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
A bird will fall frozen-dead from a bough without ever feeling sorry for itself
Self Pity
A poem by D.H.Lawrence
And a poignant piece in that women-power movie G.I.Jane
Unlimited dimensions of space, unhindered explorations of the human mind, and everything in between. And, I am just a small piece of this awesome and mind-boggling whole. This is a quest to appreciate and understand the needle, and the proverbial haystack.
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