When I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away
childish things. For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then face to face: now
I know in part; but then shall I know even
as also I am known.
Corinthians 13:11
And all of this pain drives me to be perfect.
And all of this perfection only leads me to more painful truths,
Like a dog to its tail,
Spinning faster and faster,
Until the whole world blurs
And I can see the beauty hiding in the corner of my eye.
And I wake up.
posted by Anacryon at 2:24 PM
Anacryon of Io (born ca. 570 BC): one of the Nine Greek lyric poets, notable for his drinking songs and hymns.About Me
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