After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breath and reboot.
There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.
inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.
If you're going to write about someone's life, you don't just use them for wallpaper. You have to honor and respect that life.
Change is one of the only constants in Buddhism; as meditation became the way I breathed in the days, this became apparent.
I believe poetry has very little to do with memory.
I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.
This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance.
Institutionalized desublimation thus appears to be an aspect of the "conquest of transcendence" achieved by the one-dimensional society. Just as this society tends to reduce, and even absorb opposition (the qualitative difference!) in the realm of politics and higher culture, so it does in the instinctual sphere. The result is the atrophy of the mental organs for grasping the contradictions and the alternatives and, in the one remaining dimension of technological rationality, the Happy Consciousness comes to prevail.
If you're not comparing apples to apples, it doesn't matter.
I was brought up to reuse things.