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Moth Ink

It is an intense, pulsing place to be inside the four walls of this head.

Deaf and numb from the whine of unwinding silence. The absence of words for experience.

Headful of cicadas, lumbering night shadows, the pitch of buzz and throb and whine. Crouched at the edges still with invisible life.

It is hard, in this head, to decipher words, other sounds that make sense, to make sense, of this unraveled swoon where it leads.

I can close my blind eyes, my hand dips and vanishes into this apparent dark and I follow.

Trusting sound, not words, trusting silence. Threading through the 0 of zero, swallowed by something that knows what I mean before I do.

Slipping into the silk moth-ink that does not write, that glimmers dark on dark, past revelation past knowing stopping in the eye of nothing. No thing.


I am that.

Art work | Yazan at Deviant Art


If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. 

George Eliot



I live in hazard and infinity. The cosmos stretches around me, meadow on meadow of galaxies, reach on reach of dark space, steppes of stars, oceanic darkness and light. There is no amenable god in it, no particular concern or particular mercy. Yet everywhere I see a living balance, a rippling of tension, an enormous yet mysterious simplicity, an endless breathing of light. And I comprehend that being is understanding that I must exist in hazard but that the whole is not in hazard. Seeing and knowing this is being conscious; accepting it is being human.

John Fowles, Aristos


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Arundhati Roy

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