Love Is A Good Place To Situate

It Is Easier To Tell A Story Of How People Wound One Another Than Of What Binds Them Together.

At Least Half Of Your Mind Is Always Thinking, I'll Be Leaving; This Won't Last. It's A Good Buddhist Attitude. If I Were A Buddhist, This Would Be A Great Help. As It Is, I'm Just Sad.

I Never Had Much Education In English Poetry As Such.

A Thinking Mind Is Not Swallowed Up By What It Comes To Know. It Reaches Out To Grasp Something Related To Itself And To Its Present Knowledge (and So Knowable In Some Degree) But Also Separate From Itself And From Its Present Knowledge (not Identical With These). In Any Act Of Thinking, The Mind Must Reach Across This Space Between Known And Unknown, Linking One To The Other But Also Keeping Visible To Difference. It Is An Erotic Space.

Now Every Mortal Has Pain And Sweat Is Constant, But If There Is Anything Dearer Than Being Alive, It's Dark To Me. We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life. We Know No Other. The Underworld's A Blank And All The Rest Just Fantasy.