A breath can uncoil as you walk across your own muddy yard, the big dipper pouring night down over you, and everything you dread, all you can't bear, dissolves and, like a needle slipped into your vein — that sudden rush of the world.
So long as we desire temporal things, we are constantly under this threat, and our fear of losing always corresponds to our desire to have. Temporal goods originate and perish independently of man, who is tied to them by his desire. Constantly bound by craving and fear to a future full of uncertainties, we strip each present moment of its calm, its intrinsic import, which we are unable to enjoy. And so, the future destroys the present.
1mo ago
The river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future.
2mo ago
We are always getting ready to live, but never living. The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.
2mo ago
We are always getting ready to live, but never living. The object of living is life itself, and yet we continually sacrifice it to something beyond.
3mo ago
The task of life is not so much to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand.
Time is divided into two rivers: one flows backward, devouring life already lived; the other moves forward with you exposing your life. For a single second they may be joined. Now.
6mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
