death is a place

. what time is it? it is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true; or so subhuman superminds declare — not all their times...

  . to love life, to love it even  when you have no stomach for it  and everything you’ve held dear  crumbles like burnt paper in your hands...

    . Not deepest grief, Of course, Nothing can help you With that.                  Later, Maybe, but not now. Now you are unreachable, Alo...

. What I want shouldn’t be confused with final inactivity: life alone is what matters, I want nothing to do with death. If we weren’t unanim...

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. Bright morning stars are rising Bright morning stars are rising Bright morning stars are rising Day is a’breaking in my soul Oh where are ...

. Letting go of our suffering is the hardest work we will ever do. It is also the most fruitful.   To heal means to meet ourselves in a new ...