You are what resides before, beyond and between what you think so do not be consumed by thought. It is only a fragment of your magic.
Why do we live in Spooksville? It’s not just because our families live here. It’s because this is a place of adventure. The unknown surrounds us every time we leave our homes. I know what I’m doing is...
You don't have to apologize for loving someone or wanting a life that no longer fits your blueprint. The beginning phase of reclaiming your life always starts with apologizing to yourself, then apolog...
I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brai...
It's tempting to tether ourselves to the familiar comfort of the way things are, but fulfillment is often discovered in the unpredictable and unknown. We can serve ourselves and our universe, best, wh...
The vast and terrible depth.Of course, he said.The inexhaustibility.I understand.The whole huge nameless thing.Yes, absolutely.The massive darkness.Certainly, certainly.The whole terrible endless huge...
I saw a bullfrog snap a tiny bird off a reed once, swallowing it just like that, grinding the singing thing to foodstuff in its slimy belly, and the witnessing of that act produced in me an insight: t...
I like paths that lead nowhere, that leave you wondering where you are.
To rest was to receive all aspects of the world without judgment. A bath in the sea, a fuck with a soldier who never knew your name. Tenderness toward the unknown and anonymous, which was tenderness t...
A blind man sees with his cane, like all the rest of us.
My life is my book, but I can't read it.
I read, and, in reading, lifted the Curtains of the Impossible that blind the mind, and looked out into the unknown.
Where the signposts end, the trail begins.
My greatest pleasure is to travel down an unfamiliar road.
What is love after but trusting in the unknown.
I like paths that lead to no certain end, that keep me wondering where I am.
What is love after all but trusting in the unknown.
Lots of things are mysteries. But that doesn't mean there isn't an answer to them. It's just that scientists haven't found the answer yet.
My intellect would wish for a clear-cut universe with no dim corners, but there are these cobwebs in the cosmos.
Words make known. But we live in the unknown.
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