Do you like cardboard boxes sliding along string?
in which I love my wife
in which I'm glad my kids can't read
I think I'm doing this, he said, because I love you so much.
How do I access and experience love while I am exhausted and overwhelmed and every day feels like a day to survive rather than a day to live?
It's sad, how much of life slips through our fingers, lost to our memories.
Simple needs, human needs - genuine human needs. But what is this word genuine and what does it have to do with need?
“Our only trouble,” thought Pahóm, “is that we haven’t land enough. If I had plenty of land, I shouldn’t fear the Devil himself.”
Every moment of my life, I am carried by magic.
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divining, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys.
Is this world not enough?