The Portentous Conspiracy of Night

From the vast, invisible ocean of moonlight overhead fell, here and here, a slender, broken stream that seemed to plash against the intercepting branches and trickle to earth, forming small white poo...

My Life is a Perpetual Question Mark

Do you know what I would answer to someone who asked me for a description of myself, in a hurry? This:/ / ?? !!/ / For indeed my life is a perpetual question mark - my thirst for books, my observatio...

A Sense of Concern for Others

If we think only of ourselves, forget about other people, then our minds occupy very small area. Inside that small area, even tiny problem appears very big. But the moment you develop a sense of conc...