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How Dare You

How dare you ask me

To feel sorry

For you

Who are

too beautiful

too thin

And so young

How dare you require my


When you have


Big and shiny

What would I

not do

If I had

All that

How dare you expect


You who are

too clever by half

And pleased

with it too


Demanding attention

And getting it

Then feigning


It is impossible for me

To feel you

Through the layers

Of an I

who have nothing

I who have


I wish I was you

You who

too lucky

Still persists

In waving


And having


Art: Untitled | Gene Davis (


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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