#bucchianeri

[edwardian-masquerade]

"There are times when wisdom cannot be found in the chambers of parliament or the halls of academia but at the unpretentious setting of the kitchen table."

-E.A. Bucchianeri, "Brushstrokes of a Gadfly"

[cosmictomatopaste-blog]

Socrates: Have you noticed on our journey how often the citizens of this new land remind each other it is a free country?  Plato: I have, and think it odd they do this. Socrates: How so, Plato? Plato: It is like reminding a baker he is a baker, or a sculptor he is a sculptor. Socrates: You mean to say if someone is convinced of their trade, they have no need to be reminded. Plato: That is correct. Socrates: I agree. If these citizens were convinced of their freedom, they would not need reminders. E.A. #Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly •••••••••• You are not free. This seems like such a derogatory statement. "Yes, we are!" You shout it. You proclaim it. Everyone is happy that you do this. Others join in and you all share in that false satisfaction of acceptance from your peers. You go day by day telling yourself that you are free. You chant it like a mantra. Like your friends and your parents and your neighbors, you then stretch, get in your car that you still have 3 years of payments left, (its okay, you needed it to get to work) and go to your favorite coffee shop. You then proceed to purchase your overpriced coffee, but its okay. You can treat yourself because you are free. Now you are ready to clock in to your job. You sigh and brace yourself for the day, because you really don't enjoy it. Eh 9-5 isn't bad, right? Its okay because I need the money. You repeat this same cycle for the next four days. (If you're lucky, many times it's longer.) By the time you are able to enjoy life, you are too exhausted to do much. But You are free....right? They take our time. They tell us what to wear. How to act. How to think. And we graciously accept because we believe that the only way to survive is to work so we can pay bills on things such as water! BUT YOU ARE FREE, RIGHT? Are you beginning to see? What you call freedom is an illusion. You are but another cog in the corporate machine. An easily replaceable one at that. But be my guest... Continue on through this delusion, however, beware not to forget what they tell you: you are free, you are free, you are free! #TLDR: You are not free. You are brainwashed. Wake up!

[independenttheatrepak]

Theatres are curious places, magician's trick-boxes where the golden memories of dramatic triumphs linger like nostalgic ghosts, and where the unexplainable, the fantastic, the tragic, the comic and the absurd are routine occurrences on and off the stage. Murders, mayhem, political intrigue, lucrative business, secret assignations, and of course, dinner.

E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly    

[positivewordsthesaurus]

Well, if it can be thought, it can be done, a problem can be overcome” ― E.A. Bucchianeri

[la-madamina]

“That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale.”

[thelmatwofist]

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

[thelittlestlightbulb-blog]

"We are the sum total of the decisions we have made" 

E.A. Bucchianeri