S P E A K . L I F E

“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”
― Elie Wiesel

I N H A L I N G / F A I R Y / D U S T

“Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.”
― J.M. Barrie

N O W

“Rabbits are like human beings in many ways. One of these is certainly their staunch ability to withstand disaster and to let the stream of their life carry them along, past reaches of terror and loss. They have a certain quality which it would not be accurate to describe as callousness or indifference. It is, rather, a blessedly circumscribed imagination and an intuitive feeling that Life is Now.”
~ Richard Adams

I N H A R M O N I C

“…I just want to listen as the train fills
completely with warm water, and we are all swimming slowly toward the man with Mozart flowing from his hands.

I want nothing but to put my fingers inside his mouth, let that prayer hum through my veins.

I want crawl into the hole in his violin.
I want to sleep there until my flesh
becomes music.”

~ Ocean Vuong

C I R C L E S

There is a line, drawn by her There is a line, drawn by him There is a wall, built by her There is a wall built by him

C O M P A S S I O N

“When you give yourself permission to communicate what matters to you in every situation you will have peace despite rejection or disapproval. Putting a voice to your soul helps you to let go of the negative energy of fear and regret.”
~ Shannon L. Alder

L A N D S C A P E

“The simplest truth about man is that he is a very strange being; almost in the sense of being a stranger on the earth. In all sobriety, he has much more of the external appearance of one bringing alien habits from another land than of a mere growth of this one.

He cannot sleep in his own skin; he cannot trust his own instincts. He is at once a creator moving miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple. He is wrapped in artificial bandages called clothes; he is propped on artificial crutches called furniture. His mind has the same doubtful liberties and the same wild limitations. Alone among the animals, he is shaken with the beautiful madness called laughter; as if he had caught sight of some secret in the very shape of the universe hidden from the universe itself. Alone among the animals he feels the need of averting his thought from the root realities of his own bodily being; of hiding them as in the presence of some higher possibility which creates the mystery of shame.”
~ G.K. Chesterton

C O U N T E R P O I N T

She was staring at me with a look that clearly expressed she thought I was an asshole. I stared back at her and didn’t say anything, just watched to see what her next move would be.