“To love. To be loved To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
I was so frustrated and angry after watching The Cove, that i almost get to hate the Japanese people. Now all my thoughts and prayers are for the people of Japan
Death was everywhere, in the air and in the sounds coming off the mounds of Bolton's Ridge. Death's anchorage. When you rolled a smoke or told a joke, it was in the laughter and drinking water it approached the beach as strings of cutters, dropped into the sea and lay around us.
Death was in the ancient fortress, shelled by a million bullets from gunners, waiting in the copses with hearts that threatened to pop their boxes, as we advanced into the sun death was all and everyone.
Death hung in the smoke and clung to 400 acres of useless beachfront. A bank of red earth, dripping down death now, and now, and now in the air and in the sounds coming off the mounds of Bolton's Ridge. Death's anchorage. Death was in the staring sun, fixing its eyes on everyone. It rattled the bones of the Light Horsemen still lying out there in the open
