We can be crushed by the weight of the things we can’t see, especially the things we refuse to see.click to tweet
X: You’re not as invincible as you pretend to be.
Y: I’m not pretending.
X: You forget, I’ve seen you curled up in the darkest corners of your life.
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
My name means gift from god.
But how can I be a gift from a thing that doesn’t exist,
or from an idea I don’t believe in?
I suppose it’s the thought that counts.
Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works. click to tweet
When out in this city, or that one across the bay, I would often think, “These bloody homeless people everywhere all the time…”
Sometimes I still do.
Especially on the train when all I want is peace:
If humans could evolve in such a way we focus on creating better versions of ourselves (emotionally and psychologically healthier, more genuine, more fully present) rather than better phones, wigs, bombs, etc., we’d be advanced enough to focus on whether or not the next better thing, whatever it is, makes us better people, instead of people with better things.
Sometimes her body does things she can’t understand. It leaps ahead of her thoughts and conscious feelings.
Stands at the sea . . . wonders at wondering . . . I . . . a universe of atoms . . . an atom in the universe.