timeimmemorial:

It’s a strange thought that human life is built on such quicksand, governed largely by vagaries and accidental encounters from the past, even though we take such great pride in our aesthetic sensibilities and freedom of choice. On this one point I am in complete agreement with Freud.

— Ramachandran, V.S. The Tell-Tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 2011

"   How many kingdoms know nothing of us?   "

wolf

acktor:

you should love books
but I mean my books

I communicate
my vision of being

simple and wide

we meet
in upstate new york

the center of colorado
or the bottom of the atlantic ocean

you are not a curse
you are a swear

I am not complicated

you are a revolution
you take too long

I am afraid of those
whose only deterrent is morality

you are sand reckoner
wolf or great attractor

I can swim

D.M.

"   When I think of my mad anxiety, of the need I have to be worried, to be in this world a man breathing uneasily, on his guard, as if he were going to be short of everything,   "

"   It is a desert, but it is also a world turned sideways.   "

Canto I

Stopped mid-motion in the middle                              

Of what we call our life, I looked up and saw no  sky—
Only a dense cage of leaf, tree, and twig. I was lost.

It’s difficult to describe a forest:
Savage, arduous, extreme in its extremity. I think
And the facts come back, then the fear comes back.

Death, I believe, can only be slightly more bitter.
I can’t address the good I found there
Until I describe in detail what else I saw.

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