June 12, 2016

I feel ill. I live in a country that allows the relentless slaughter of innocents to go on unabated because any fool can buy a military grade assault weapon. The profits of gun manufacturers are more important than the lives of its citizens.

I retreated to the garden, but it was only a quiet place to feel ill. Take heed. There is a venomous snake in the grass.

Brief authority

Isabella:
Merciful heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Splits the unwedgeable and gnarlèd oak
Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man,
Dress'd in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd—
His glassy essence—like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep.

     William Shakespeare

Measure For Measure Act 2, scene 2, 114–123