A pecan pastry at an early morning café for locals, makes me wonder if it’s an EU suggestion, as the town seems quite nicely repaired. And I wonder why I like pecan pastries, so much… genetics?, As the local, presumably some fishermen (here by the sea) come for the days first social coffee, and live their lives here, remind me I have never had such a home of regular permanent daily living. (Probably hence my wondering about the pecan pastry, genetics and the EU.)
How much can that are rather weathered? Looking early morning local surmise of my life in person bye rookie be over in my clothes? Surely I have a reflective life he couldn’t afford, and perhaps wouldn’t want if he could.
There can be no Pythagoras in this town of Pythagoras, but I nevertheless needed to come here to see that.
It is true as inclined to understanding by Goethe, and Friedrich Nietzsche inclined to understand, but the churches are kind of celebration of death. Or death in life.
The deep problem with having a “city of Pythagoras”, be that on Samos or in Crotone, is that Wisdom” is desired, or neefed, by few.
Stephen Lapeyrouse . . . Notes Dropped Along the Way 