“He, too, stood looking at her for a moment—and it seemed to her that it was not a look of greeting after an absence, but the look of someone who had thought of her every day of that year. She could not be certain, it was only an instant, so brief that just as she caught it, he was turning…”
When you meet somebody who is caught in the world of We and Them, you get clasped in their mind net, you are both just intensifying one another’s paranoia.
Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.
“Through return to simple living comes control of desires. In control of desires stillness is attained. In stillness the world is restored.”
Lao Tzu
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows goTo the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
There’s only one instant, and it’s right now. And it’s eternity.
We don’t recognize the truly strange as something that differs totally from everything else. It occurs precisely at the point where things are recognizable and yet so different that our sense of familiarity slithers away.
I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.
I felt the weight inside my body shift but I couldn’t tell if I was lighter or heavier.
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