"We worship the same God, but in different postures and wearing different hats — that’s why we must kill each other."
Michael Lipsey (via stoicmike)
Then again, some of us, not understanding what all the people in different hats are talking about or shooting about, just stand on the sidelines and shake our heads in dismay.
"Even now it seems like every
version of melancholy rescues a
nocturne for the pallid sky. A
type of permanent dusk. Fold
down the bedsheet. The room
has earned its sadness. Non-
descript despite how we have
rearranged ourselves inside it,
undressing with cold hands. Us
with our pilgrim hearts.
Stationed fast to parentheses
of sleep and winter."
"Psychology keeps trying to vindicate human nature. History keeps undermining the effort."
"Everything is constantly in the process of being lost."
where does it go?
empty space, something always takes it’s place?
the full alone remains
full of grief
If a 7 year old girl asks,
"Why do you have a black hole in your arm?"
full of joy
a recipe given away
they don’t let their country’s flag touch the earth
why bless in the old way?
always the refrain,
I have nothing
Margaret Atwood, “A Foundling,” The Animals In That Country.