She had a jar full of wonder,Filled with sand, soil and thunder. Wherever she'd been she would collect a bit of it,Mud from the hollows deep or breeze from a day well-lit. That rusted jar travelled the world with her,To shatter in pieces across the shore astir. Swept by the wind and swallowed by the …
Every infinity is equal to every other infinity. None of them can be lesser or greater however, a countable infinity can be greater or lesser than a single infinity.This is the infinity paradox. Kafkaesque philosophy is about trying and peddling against a meaningless world and existence; making sense of the ultimately absurd or is it …
Streets and lanes, the epicenter of excitement and heat and heart of travel. You can know all you want to know about a place by simply strolling through it's streets and lingering in it's lanes. This is the destination where you are bound to find patterns if not conclusions. Most of the best relevations happen …
Certainly Doubtful 