We were in the garden talking about disbelief, how it was a practical choice—you couldn’t just decide to believe as no one could resolve to fall in love. We were talking about the past, the hopes we had for it. Then there were skies of all kinds, nights into which we disappeared leaving the rest… Continue reading Lawrence Raab
The mind creates the abyss, the heart crosses it. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears. ― Jack Kerouac, Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings. (Penguin Books; Fourth Printing edition, November 1, 2000) Originally published November 1st 1999.