Death is not nothing.
I admit it: I have been seduced by the figure of the network and have applied it readily to the internet.
Please do not misunderstand me.
We speak indirectly, always and necessarily, our words at some angle to our sentiment, action, desire, will — even to our needs!
The cards are stacked against us, at every turn, in so many insidious ways.
What a painful, ugly, exquisite gift!
When all goes smoothly, it bodes well for the day.
To be selfish is to participate in the world as yourself, as this piece of the universe happening as it happens
It’s a matter of posture, a mode of standing in the world, towards the world, towards your self: a question of what you seek, I suppose, even if what you seek is the end of seeking.
I think about things. It’s my first instinct when I approach anything.