"Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves."
-Henry David Thoreau
"o stiff heart, thingless we came into the world and thingless we leave. every important act is wordless- to slip from the right way, to fail, still accomplishes something.
who can distinguish darkness from the dark, light from the light, subject matter from story line, the part from the whole when while is part of the part and part is all of it?
its good to know certain things: what's departed, in order to know what's left to come.
what i remember redeems me, strips me and brings me to rest, an end to what has begun, a beginning to what is about to be ended.
what are the determining moments of our lives? how do we know them? are they ends of things or beginnings: are we more or less of ourselves once they've come and gone?"