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Love is a Mystery

Sometimes you fall in love with

Something quite


Something with a nose

Too big

A paunch

Too far

Something inside

So dark

That when you see it

It blurs

And swallows you up

Quite thoroughly

Something challenging

That coincidentally

You can’t explain

Despite your best efforts

To those

You love

Who armed

with no imagination

quite like your previous self

fail to comprehend

and thus lend


a certain thrill

to the union

oh yes.

Art: Relationship | Dia Al-azzawi


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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