“What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then…We must remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”
T. S. Eliot
Without my dog
I felt the scales on his skin. He gave a little smile, and before he left he said, "I hope the dogs don't bark tonight. I always think it's mine."
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I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
Frankissstein
He said, There is always loss, always failure. Don’t you think these
experiments are going on in secret, in other parts of the world? Where
human life is cheap? And if a hostile power were to achieve this … Jesus
– they have already modified an embryo in China. Without any oversight
or protocol at all. Don’t you think they are working on other things too?
This is madness, I said.
What is sanity? he said. Can you tell me? Poverty, disease, global
warming, terrorism, despotism, nuclear weapons, gross inequality, misogyny, hatred of the stranger.
Time has no agenda. You can meet someone and love them right away or grow your love over many years. You could have known someone for eternity and they still could not understand your core existence, yet the stranger at the bus stop knows exactly who you are. Time doesn't mean a thing.
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