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The blood jet is poetry, there is no stopping it. can i follow you home and listen to you think? to laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and ignore the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or redeemed by social condition; or to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. this is to have succeeded. besides, i didn't have anything to fear anymore. maybe all post-suicidals feel that way. it's really great - it gives you a real sense of, not bravery exactly, and not recklessness, quite, but something in between the two. if i'd survived my own best attempts at dying, it probably just wasn't in the cards for me to perish young. it isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security. all religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. all these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom. two paths diverged in a wood, and i - i took the one less traveled by. and that has made all the difference. even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. there are two kinds of people: those who say to god, "thy will be done," and those to whom god says, "all right, then, have it your way." beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there. there is something very wonderful in music. words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. it speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. one of the earliest lessons i learned as a child was that if you looked away from something, it might not be there when you looked back. the earth laughs in flowers. the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle. doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love..

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it's best to do something right up until you fall asleep. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. can i follow you home and listen to you think? by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. why is compassion not part of our established curriculum, an inherent part of our education? compassion, awe, wonder, curiosity, exaltation, humility - these are the very foundations of any real civilization, no longer the prerogatives, the preserves of any one church, but belonging to everyone, every child in every home, every school. there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. ordinary people believe only in the possible. extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. and by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible. all things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible, may only be so as of now. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. you teach what you have to learn. it is not necessary to have achieved perfection to speak of perfection. it is not necessary to have achieved mastery to speak of mastery. it is not necessary to have achieved the highest level of evolution to speak of the highest level of evolution. seek only to be genuine. strive to be sincere. we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. the sky was that deep sunday blue going black, just on the cusp of color seeping into empty space. it is possible to live twenty-four hours a day in a state of love. every movement, every glance, every thought, and every word can be infused with love. there is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. the person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. his heart withers if it does not answer another heart. his mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams..

The engine that gives its mysterious inner life to a work of art must be the subterranean expression of a wish, working its way to the surface of a narrative. do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. i don't want my hair cut! i don't want my eyebrows up or down. i want them right where they are! i'm leaving now, and if anyone so much as makes a move to stop me, there'll be plenty of hair cut and it won't be mine! the longer i live the more i become convinced that the only thing that matters in literature is the writer is first of all an enchanter. the blood jet is poetry, there is no stopping it. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. no man really becomes a fool until he stops asking questions. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. in languages that form the word 'compassion' not from the root 'suffering' but from the root 'feeling', the word is used in approximately the same way, but to contend that it designates a bad or inferior sentiment is difficult. the secret strength of its etymology floods the word with another light and gives it a broader meaning: to have compassion (co-feeling) means not only to be able to live with others' misfortune but also able to feel with him any emotion - joy, anxiety, happiness, pain. this kind of compassion therefore signifies the maximal capacity of affective imaginations, the art of emotional telepathy. in the hierarchy of sentiments, then, it is supreme. too often we get scared. scared of what we might not be able to do. scared of what people might think if we tried. we let fears stand in the way of our hopes. we say no when we want to say yes. we sit quietly when we want to scream. and we shout with the others when we should keep our mouths shut. why? after all, we do only go around once. there's really no time to be afraid. just do it. true religion is real living; living with all one's soul, with all one's goodness and righteousness. keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? maybe that's not exactly how it happened. but that's the way it should have happened. and that's the way i like to remember it. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. the fact is, i was a trifle beside myself; or rather out of myself, as the french would say: i was conscious that at moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties and, like any other rebel slave, i felt resolved, in my desperation, to go to all lengths. watching stars without you, my soul cries horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know. we grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves..
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