Scientific thought, then, is not momentary; it is not a static instance; it is a process.
Dont pretend to be that small, you are not that great!
Is it possible to love so desperately that life is unbearable? I don't mean unrequited, I mean being in the love. In the midst of it and desperate. Because knowing it will end, because everything does. End.
Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.
Funny how you can live a whole life waiting and not know it.
Maybe freedom really is nothing left to lose. You had it once in childhood, when it was okay to climb a tree, to paint a crazy picture and wipe out on your bike, to get hurt. The spirit of risk gradually takes its leave. It follows the wild cries of joy and pain down the wind, through the hedgerow, growing ever fainter. What was that sound? A dog barking far off? That was our life calling to us, the one that was vigorous and undefended and curious.
It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.
No one can ever take my job away from me. I can always draw as long as I have a piece of paper and a pencil or paints.
We could all be in a turtle's dream, in outer space!
One nice thing about silence is that it can't be repeated.
Yes, he is here in this open field, in sunlight, among the few young trees set out to modify the bare facts-- he's here, but only because we are here. When we go, he goes with us to be your hands that never do violence, your eyes that wonder, your lives that daily praise life by living it, by laughter. He is never alone here, never cold in the field of graves.