Thursday, November 15, 2012
Poor guy, his grand idea is crippled. What he is left with now is 20-20 hindsight. Will it do him any good?
I'm reminded by this card a project without heart in it, even when completed shows that lack of love or caring.
"Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus. One morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche 1844-1900