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:
Better People or People with Better Things
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.
Her Body Curious: Leaps
Sometimes her body does things she can’t understand. It leaps ahead of her thoughts and conscious feelings.
If we understood ourselves better, we would damage ourselves less. click to tweet
A Universe of Atoms . . . an Atom in the Universe by Richard Feyman
Stands at the sea . . . wonders at wondering . . . I . . . a universe of atoms . . . an atom in the universe.
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
We Are the Words…We Are the Thing Itself by Virginia Woolf
“From this I reach what I might call a philosophy; at any rate it is a constant idea of mine; that behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we — I mean all human beings — are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet…
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. click to tweet
She: Unedited
let her be, let it pour,
let her twist and turn, let her soar,
let her fail, hell let her burn,