- For the variety in humanity
- For the intrigue of people watching
- For long busrides that give me time and solitude to think and ponder
- For Fridays
- For the promise of a weekend
Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.