Nietzschean Power: Image

An open mind is like an open shutter — leave it long enough and weird things get exposed.
Consider this your long exposure therapy.

Dad Wisdom: “The Door Is Closed”

(A Children’s Rhyme That’s Not a Children’s Rhyme) Once there was a door that swung wide and free, A door that whispered, “Come in, come see!” It called to the broken, the tired, the lost, No price to enter—no toll, no cost. The door said, “Here, take my hand.” It said, “This is your second chance. Understand.” It was patient like the sky, It forgave you every time you lied. But one day the door got tired. Tired of tears that never expired. Tired of begging to be heard, While you laughed and dismissed its every word. You were told. You were warned. You were shown the way. But the door doesn’t stand open all day. It slammed. It locked. It whispered, “No more.” And suddenly, silence lived where there’d been a door. Knock-knock. But no one answers. Knock-knock. But the room is a dancer Moving to the rhythm of