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Even this

tap tap tap

is too much

the decision too great

the implications

the participation

If I stand here

and don’t move

am I present at all?

As I stop

will everything


will the raucous circus slink back

through the veil

will we be alone again

quiet enough to think

to speak

to not die

Can we float

or perhaps fly

not through the air

but as air?

Can we escape

this seething


The battlefields of certainty

stomp their hobnailed boots

on the mud-spattered faces

of those who pause

who wanted to wait

for the evidence

those who wanted to be fair

those who don’t wear boots

and wouldn’t use them

as weapons

If they had them

What a blasted field of tragedy

all the best underfoot

buried inch by inch

pushed under by those with

jungles in their veins

those who always


those who know no answers

but step with confidence

on the courage to question

the precious breeze of the open mind

How we the world

have suffered

from your ruthless



your absolutes

your certainty

The slick arrogance

You use to take

air, water, space

Time, planets, life

How much longer

can we rise from the ashes

how long can we beat

exhausted wings

in this beleaguered air

how can we watch again

the brash thoughtless denial

of all the right questions

the blood spray

from the ripped out throats

of all the delicate everlasting truths

that still rise to point

the way forward

the only way

to rise

and survive

Why do you

who think you know

— hate life so?


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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