The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

The Inner Citadel

"Things cannot touch the soul.
They have no access to the soul.
The cannot produce our judgments.
They are outside of us.
They themselves know nothing and by themselves they affirm nothing."

(Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 4:3,10; 5:19; 6:52; 9:15, Hadot translation)

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