It’s the year of the arrow what with Brave, The Hunger Games, Snow White & the Huntsman, Once Upon a Time, and more. Specifically, shot from the hands of a female.
Can shoot a wicked arrow myself. At least I could many years ago. Took a class and made friends with the bull’s eye. Or rather, enemies. I loved the science of the measurements required in assessing the shot- the length from the target, and how to properly adjust the eye and arm, the ritual and mechanics of pulling the arrow into place, and the callus earned from practice.
Read The Hunger Games at Bean’s request before the movie hit theatres. In squelching all media nonsense concerning the character of Rue, I found her to be EXACTLY how I envisioned her. Startlingly so. Lovely girl, her countenance on screen. ♦
“A man may be so much of everything, that he is nothing of everything.” -Samuel Johnson
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The way I take this statement is to relate it to that of objectivity, that friend to devil’s advocate, in which one approaches matters openly with impartiality, the best bet to being just and fair in a world so often not. That said, one must do well to balance it all with the heart, or risk becoming dispassionate and indifferent. In standing open to everything, one chances standing for nothing, and one could argue that it’s better to stand for what may be wrong than for nothing. For, at least in standing for something wrong, one employs the act of caring and where one cares, correction can be applied and received, whereas with the indifference of remaining eternally open, well, who cares?
Humming! At its most wicked.
At least now we know what the tooth fairy does with all those baby teeth, huh?