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Shall I Remind You

Shall I make you kind

Shall I wave my wand

Shall I remind you

Shall I remind you

Because you forget

And I see it

And before you turn

And lift your hand

Before I run

Or stay

And fight

Shall I remind you


How shall I remind you

Nothing works

Except magic

My secret

I won’t tell you

You cannot know

It only works

When it is mistaken

For nothing

And this nothing

This nothing


Changes everything

It is like a spell

And I feel

the Ancients

The thrust and swerve

The invisible curve

The tree roots

And the spray of rain

on my calves

From the seed

Of your grass

The smell of sacred

Of wonder


On my fingers

The swish in water

The sip



Do you remember?


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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