"The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits." G.K. Chesterton

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Lucid Sententia XVIII

Blows, unlike kisses, leave marks on both flesh and soul, as memories of their acquisition, thereby advising prudence to avoid them. Hence the impenetrable walls and protective shells gradually accreted with time. Those provide shelter from the lethal force of blows, but also are inadvertently impervious to the delicate brushes of kisses.

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