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Enid Blyton
“The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones. Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.”
Enid Blyton, Mr Galliano's Circus

Jeffrey Fry
“A single thread of hope is stronger than all the chains that bind you.”
Jeffrey Fry

Scott Hastie
“Be brave enough to never yearn
For that you cannot hold close
In your heart forever.
Tread lightly, cherish compassion
And live in the moment without fear.”
Scott Hastie

Stebby Julionatan
“Because the human history is the history of shoes. The history of places where we ever tread and stand.”
Stebby Julionatan

Kamand Kojouri
“Sitting in the courtyard,
I watch the woman sweeping.
I luxuriate in the sound
of the bristles of her besom
against the ground. She sweeps
in an invisible pattern only she
understands. I study her hands.
They are blackened with chimney dust鈥�
not unlike the soft dust she鈥檚 now sweeping.
It rises in a cloud above her, which makes me
wonder: Where does it come from?
The dust on our overworked hands and travelled
shoes. The dust we inhale and cough
into our handkerchiefs.
The house dust, the road dust, the concrete dust,
and cosmic dust. Where are they born?
Perhaps they come from our aged bodies.
We shed our skins like we shed our beauty鈥�
not all at once.
And we walk freely on this blanket of dust
without paying any mind to our ancestors,
though we walk on them! Tread softly,
for you tread on Yeats鈥檚 wrists and Poe鈥檚
elbows. You tread on van Gogh鈥檚 ears
and Keller鈥檚 eyes. You breathe
in your grandfather鈥檚 lover and the little girl
you were when you were four. You smell them
after the first rain in a long dry spell,
or when an old lamp smoulders the bulb quite well.
These all serve as reminders
of our dusty secret:
we are all dust
under
dust under
dust.
So next time it settles,
remember to ask the dust!”
Kamand Kojouri, God, Does Humanity Exist?

“Not every untraversed road is exceptional to tread on.
Some are best left that way, unremembered by
the passage of Time.”
Monika Ajay Kaul