you have no idea how hard i’ve looked for a gift to bring you.
nothing seemed right.
what’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine,
or water to the ocean.
everything i came up with was like taking spices to the orient.
—it’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these
so i’ve brought you a mirror.
look at yourself and:
it’s dark because you are trying too hard.
»» lightly child,
learn to do everything »» l i g h t l y .
yes, feel»» lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
just »»lightly let things happen and »»lightly cope with them.
:: Aldous Huxley
i want to ask the happiest person in the world whether it was worth it, all the sacrifices he made in order to become so happy. … faq.
she was the third beer.
i. not the first one,
which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude;
ii. nor the second,
that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first.
iii. but the third,
the one you drink because it’s there,
because it can’t hurt,
what difference does it make?
the fish will be the last to discover water.
|| new categories:
the sympathy of things
how to think by jumping
too far east is west
never wait for yourself
patterns of chaos
we all have a hunger
other groups of words arranged nicely that are not.
keep the rage tender
soft in fire
… too far west
it sounded old—
—now: it seemed to him that he-was-always-saying-or-thinking that he-didn’t-deserve-some-bad-luck-or-some-bad-treatment from others.
(he’d told Guitar that he didn’t-deserve-his-family’s