"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



Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Text and Punctuation



A text is like a body, a country, a language. You can know it on the surface, what you see at first, how it is first read.  The literal thing there is in front of you. Yet, to see the literal is not to know the thing, it must be explored and journeyed over and your heart must fall in love with it to know it fully. And still life is punctuation. It is what gives form to our stories, defining the parameters of our souls.

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