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“Tragedy springs from its own peculiar sorcery, with treachery, born of envy or ambition, a usual instigator. Treachery is apparent only after the events staged are well over, as we know, its victims dead, or living and smarting under its tricks, realizing too late how they have been misused: if indeed they are ever cognizant of its role, if still players, to this wonder and rue. Most unacceptable is its subtlety, the double-face which double-deals, the Iago perpetrators hidden for decades, smiling the smiles of polite and not so polite society. They nod and wave, heroes to many; sly politicians these Claudiuses. Time favours the Macbeths and forgets the maligned. The former enjoy live, some even oblivious to their lies as being lies, for they prefer to bask in blessings, aping the certainties of creed, cheating death and duty while in pavilions of ease. They succeed on their success, trite or vast; wealth for some, and enviably, fame for the few. The unaware, their victims, float off to obscurity on ruptured vessels of injustice to theater lands unknown, never really knowing why, if the job's done property. Normality is, truthfully, life's whore, readily embraced and conveniently embracing; secretly, it has the clap. Thinking of plot should then give pause. The treacherous cheat fate and re-write, their 'intended history'. Call it fate. They become authors of an illicit story, penmen of their own gods, living their own fresh creation through a new, egregious, utilitarian drama that is untouched by either truth or beauty.”

“Tragedy was foresworn, in ritual denial of the ripe knowledge that we are drawing away from one another, that we share only one thing, share the fear of belonging to another, or to others, or to God; love or money, tender equated in advertising and the world, where only money is currency, and under dead trees and brittle ornaments prehensile hands exchange forgeries of what the heart dare not surrender.”

“Tragically, because many addicts are not given sufficient love, nurturing and non-shaming dialogue at crucial stages in their early emotional development, they are on a quest to find contentment from a source outside of themselves. Their parents might have provided bountifully for them; however, their parents were never fully emotionally present while parenting, which made their children feel starved of emotional nourishment.”

“Tragically, is it frequently the same elements in a relationship that subtly 'encourage' us to continue and deepen it at the time that either signal or lead to its eventual demise, or both. And yet, in order to enjoy intimate connections without self-sabotaging, there is no other choice but to participate fully in these glowing moments, even under the shadow of the reality that most will eventually fail or diminish--perhaps even catastrophically, with long-lasting traumatic impacts that might inhibit our ability to do so.”

“Tragically, the average life expectancy during this era for captive orcas stood between one to four years. Aquariums often went through a whole series of whales before just one of them made it into adolescence. Today, the life expectancy of captive killer whales has improved: rising to about ten years. Yet this is still a far cry from the thirty to sixty years that orcas can live in the ocean.”

“Tragically, some people are genetically more susceptible than others to agripoisons and industrial pollutants. Genetic engineering to correct these medical problems is a narrow (reductionistic) and instrumental (mechanistic) response to a problem that is fundamentally conceptual: namely, our attitude toward life and our mistreatment of the Earth, plants, and animals-and ourselves in the process.”

“Tragische Schuld verkörpert sich im permanenten Konflikt zwischen der uralten religiösen Vorstellung von der Missetat als einer Beschmutzung, die einer ganzen Rasse anhaftet und unausweichlich von einer Generation auf die nächste vererbt wird [...], und dem neuen vom Gesetz übernommenen Konzept, nach dem der Schuldige definiert wird als Privatperson, die sich aus eigenem Antrieb und unter keinem Zwang stehend entschlossen hat, ein Verbrechen zu begehen.”

“Tragt eure Kriege nicht auch ins Private – es gibt bereits genug von ihnen. Entfernt euch nicht von denen, die sich auf euch zubewegen. Liebt einander. Liebt euch selbst und schätzt euren Körper als das, was er ist: ein Wunderwerk der Natur und ein Schatz, da er eurem Leben Raum verleiht. Seid freundlich zu denen, die ihr noch nicht kennt. Haltet Kontakt mit euren Freunden und sagt ihnen, was ihr an ihnen liebt.”

“Traiam cu impresia ca ajunsesem sa cunosc omul de langa mine, desi nu reusisem sa-i ghicesc vreo intentie vreodata. Era ca un abis pe care n-ai cum sa-l atingi. De cate ori credeam ca il descopar, ma cufundam mai tare in bezna, in intunericul sufletului lui. Atingerile lui erau ca doza de heroina - aveam nevoie de ele sa pot trai - dar ma adusesera pe un drum fara intoarcere. Trebuia sa platesc pacatele lui. Trebuia sa sufar in urma proprie-mi indragosteli, iar asta imi lasase cicatrici pe corp. Dragostea lui ma mutilase.”

“Traigh began the taunting first. “Pray, tell me brother, be there any truth to these rumors floatin’ about the keep?” Graeme shot him a look of warning. It didn’t do a bit of good. “What rumors be those, brother Traigh?” Albert asked, feigning ignorance on the matter. Traigh crossed his arms over his chest. “Why, the rumors that our brother Graeme has fallen in love with our Joie. So much so that they will be married this verra day.” Graeme had two choices. He could tell his brothers to shut their mouths and leave him be or he could stand like a man and admit the truth, at least as much of it as he could without looking like a fool. “Aye,” he said as he stepped toward them. “The rumors be true. I have fallen hopelessly in love with my Joie, and aye, we will be married this verra day. Before the evenin’ meal, in fact.” Traigh and Albert were momentarily stunned at Graeme’s open admission. But ’twas short-lived. Broad smiles broke out on their faces and soon, they were congratulating him with hugs and heavy slaps on the back. When the celebrating was over, Traigh asked, “Do ye ken what ye’re to do this night? After the weddin’?” Graeme’s smile evaporated almost instantly. “If ye utter one unkind, disrespectful word as it pertains to consummation and me wife, I swear, I will beat ye within an inch of yer life.” Traigh quickly wiped away the smile and attempted to appear serious and fully chastised. “Aye, Albert, he be in love, let there be no doubt.”

“Trail of lovers He had walked that path before, It was a place that was like a sea with no shore, But he walked anyway, Relentlessly every night and everyday, The path seemed to have no end, But he had his hopes and his aspirations to defend, He walked everyday, anyway, And it was so even today, The path appeared to extend into infinity, And he hoped for a moment of serendipity, But there was none, none at all, The path continued always ahead of his will, and the person in him, unwilling to fall, Until one day infinity got tired and abruptly ended, For it had exhausted its every reserve of finite moments that to safeguard its pride it had expended, When we all expected that he would now stop here, He pronounced, “I seek something that lies everywhere!” So, he continued walking and the path stretched as far as it could, Then one day time too got tired and said, “Stop please. Stop. You should!” But he smiled and walked anyway, Because he knew the path he had taken was not to be determined by the trail of the way, It lay in the vision of the mind where he bore her every sweet memory, And they fed his quest that would place him on the trail that was starry, Where sky was the limit, where time was the end, where everywhere was the direction, Because that is what is felt by a heart kissed by love and someone’s true affection, And the path has led him somewhere, that is what they say, Where, I cannot say that, I cannot; nay! Because time got tired chasing him and his trails of love, Now they say he resides somewhere where you can reach only with the feelings of that special love, That he felt, someday and someway, And in its lure he traveled far, and finally too far away, Where time gets tired to tread, Because there only they go who on feelings of romantic love are fed! And we often think of him, we even think of her, who made him so, But there, we who can never travel ahead of time, dare not go, There they now live together, On the trail of time that lasts forever!”