stoned epiphany XV

Persuade me not to bite your finger off.

In a world when writing has more content than telling, yet less audience, I cannot stop thinking of the Roman oratorical masters: Cicero, Seneca. Rome was the place were rhetorics - as an art - had its zenith. Addressing the people in a beautiful way was considered POETRY. These days there are nothing but clowns misleading the masses, in a poor way - aesthetically speaking.

Look, folks, policy-makers, if you are gonna lie to us at least do it nicely: that means, not being so ridiculously obvious.

(Thank you).