"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Now...




Years seem like months now,
Months seem like weeks now,
Weeks seem like days now,
Days seem like hours now,
Hours seem like minutes now.




Minutes are nothing but fleeting moments now,
Moments are all we have now,
All that is real, is now,
“Now” in each moment, that is all.
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