Who in your life, do you remember most fondly, with the most feelings of warmth? Those who were kindest to you, I bet. It’s a little facile, maybe, and certainly hard to implement, but I’d say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than: Try to be kinder.
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
In ordinary perception, the senses send an overwhelming flood of information to the brain, which the brain then filters down to a trickle it can manage for the purpose of survival in a highly competitive world. Man has become so rational, so utilitarian, that the trickle becomes most pale and thin. It is efficient, for mere survival, but it screens out the most wondrous part of man’s potential experience without his even knowing it. We’re shut off from our own world.
And so we must dig in to see where raw words and fundamental sounds are buried so that the great silence within can finally be decoded.
There are some things that are so unforgivable that they make other things easily forgivable.
It was often this way, life consisted of a series of false beginnings, bluff declarations of arrival to destinations not even glimpsed.
An entire life spent reading would have fulfilled my every desire; I already knew that at the age of seven. The texture of the world is painful, inadequate; unalterable, or so it seems to me. Really, I believe that an entire life spent reading would have suited me best. Such a life has not been granted me…
They jostled one another, competed for space below as they did above, in a minuet of ruin and triumph. In the subway, down in the dark, no citizen was more significant or more decrepit than another. All were smeared into a common average of existence, the A’s and the C’s tumbling or rising to settle into a ruthless mediocrity. No escape.
It is a good thing to know what it is to be poor, and a better thing if you can do it in company.
Every man, it seems, interprets the world in the light of his habits and desires.