notes to self

  

no image source, sadly

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the invisible walls,

the rotten masks that divide one man

from another, one man from himself,

they crumble

for one enormous moment and we glimpse

the unity that we lost, the desolation

of being man, and all its glories,

sharing bread and sun and death,

the forgotten astonishment of being alive

—Octavio Paz

Sunstone (Piedra de Sol) excerpt

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We live by waters breaking out of the heart. 

—Anne Carson

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There isn’t time - so brief is life - for bickerings, apologies, heartburnings, callings to account. 

There is only time for loving - and but an instant, so to speak, for that.


—Mark Twain
in a letter to Clara Spaulding
20 August 1886

 

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