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Was it you? She asked politely. That expression of beauty, serenading, masquerading in the form of sound? Looking deeply, I search for an answer… There is a piano before me. But this piano is born of plastic, metal and wire … Continue reading
The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness, discipline and effort, and being able to truly care about other people, and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad, petty, unsexy ways, every day. -David Foster Wallace … Continue reading
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently … Continue reading
Arrive you have, a journey made, a distant trade, you bring here. A spark to catch, you stroke the fire, of true desire, to lose the chains. Be free, all things, be free! -Anonymous