“I’m not afraid to slip away. I’m not afraid to be forgotten. To be alone. There is nothing someone could see in me, learn about me that I don’t already know. That isn’t already categorized and folded up in my suitcase.” 

But isn’t there? To be seen can feel like being known. To be known can feel like being free. If you are the unicorn in the trees –always evading, then you’re also wondering if someday someone will believe in you. Notice the horse for what it is and acknowledge that it’s real. To feel that the horse showed itself just for you. That feeling that seeing and knowing is enough. A mutual exchange of acknowledgement. 

“When we tell a story we exercise control, but in such a way as to leave a gap, an opening. It is a version, but never the final one. And perhaps we hope that the silences will be heard by someone else, and the story can continue, can be retold. When we write we offer the silence as much as the story. Words are the part of silence that can be spoken…” -Jeanette Winterson 

Are we too greedy as a species for that to be substantial? 

“Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.” 

Life is long for a reason. 

“When a society is rich, it’s people don’t need to work with their hands; they can devote themselves to activities of the spirit. We have more and more universities and more and more students…sheets of paper covered with words pile up in archives sadder than cemeteries, because no one ever visits them…culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words in the madness of quantity.” -Milan Kundera 


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