“The truth has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.”—Graham Greene
The man’s been under a lot of scrutiny lately and I imagine it won’t end anytime soon. What he’s done here though is important. He has brought together two-parties to work on a common cause: Education.
What do you think we can achieve if we put our partisanship to the side?
My bags have been packed for nearly six weeks. Well, for the most part. There’s been no need to unpack, knowing I’d be leaving shortly.
In the past two months, I’ve been in San Francisco, Portland, Oklahoma (twice), and Chicago (Twice).
I have only spent seventeen days at my apartment in the last 11 weeks.
This week, I’m flying out to Portland for the second time as many months. In October, I’m flying to San Francisco again for work. Then, trips to Oklahoma in November and December.
I’ve actually dreamed of jet-setting for years- of earning free flights and nights in hotels. Or having numerous Frequent Flier numbers for the three airlines I prefer. I pay extra to ensure my window seat in the emergency exit row.
My free flights and free nights have come and gone, but now it’s time for something very different. The only thing that I want- a nap.
I know that nap will come shortly. And I’m counting down the days. I’m looking forward to the rest. Tomorrow might just be the beginning.
“There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Neither is independent of the other or more important than the other. Without art, science would be as useless as a pair of high forceps in the hands of a plumber. Without science, art would become a crude mess of folklore and emotional quackery. The truth of art keeps science from becoming inhuman, and the truth of science keeps art from becoming ridiculous.”—Raymond Chandler
“Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the Bastard Time.”—John Steinbeck