The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To… Continue reading William Shakespeare
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? I say. You touch my knees with your blue fingers. And when you open your mouth, a ball of yellow light falls to the floor and burns a hole through it. — Ai, from “Conversation,”… Continue reading Ai
I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. — Lord Alfred Tennyson, from “In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27,″ In Memoriam (London: E. Moxon, 1850). PR 5562 A1 1850 Victoria College Library… Continue reading Lord Alfred Tennyson
The Vale of Soul-Making 