We’ve made our minds the beneficiaries of our fetish of invention. The fetish that we may invent words as visual representations; an almost real-time metaphysical conversion happening every time these words, these inventions, are seen
Southern trees carry a strange fruit; blood on the leaves, and blood on the root.
′′ Trees are poems that the earth writes to the sky.” – Halil Gibran
Trauma doesn’t happen to you; it happens inside you – G. Mate. #quotes