'tis the hiatus queue, the blogger's missing.
the part of parade that kills me is the part that is pretty much inaudible unless you look up the lyrics but while dorsey is giving his summation, the ensemble sings “god bless this day in the old hills of georgia, the old red hills of home. all sinners pay in the old hills of georgia. let us finish what’s begun and let jesus’ will be done” and it’s so beautiful and sincere, and in that moment, the jury and spectators aren’t bloodthirsty or bigoted - they truly believed they were doing the right thing. leo frank dying at the hands of people who honestly believed they were serving god and seeking justice for a young girl is so much more sad than someone dying at the hands of a sadistic villain. parade is so sad
Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
The story always matters. That’s actually why we make such a great team. You find the evidence, the evidence helps me build a story, the story points us to the solution.
Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.
Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.