somewhere in space hangs my heart

  

Paris by night, from the International Space Station

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You are like a dewdrop, on a multidimensional spider's web in the morning. And if you look at that thing carefully, you will see in every dewdrop the reflections of all the other dewdrops. So the way that dewdrop looks goes with the way all the other ones look, you see.

—Alan Watts

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This must be well grasped: the world hangs on the thread of consciousness.  No consciousness, no world. 

—Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj 

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On foot
I had to walk through the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
Already, I sense myself. 

Somewhere in space hangs my heart,
sparks fly from it, shaking the air, 
to other reckless hearts. 


—Edith Södergran (1892-1923)
Stina Katchadourian version

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