Between birth and burial, we find ourselves in a comedy of mysteries.
If you don’t think life is mysterious, if you believe you have it all mapped out, you aren’t paying attention or you’ve anesthetized yourself with booze or drugs, or with a comforting ideology.
Some argued that the youth of today were poorly educated and insufficiently industrious, but one of them had sought to validate his generation by spending considerable time and effort chiseling an obscene word in the concrete picnic table, and he had spelled it correctly.
Out of the seething crowd, out of the light and the darkness, came Blossom Rosedale, the one and only Happy Monster, which was a name that she had given herself, not because she loathed the way she looked but because she was truly happy in spite of all her suffering.
darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute
The greatest danger, of course, was to believe that I was equal to them, because assurance can morph into arrogance that Death loves to prove unfounded.
It is music that speaks to the deepest reaches of your soul, and you are lifted higher, ever higher, by the adagio, in my opinion more so even than in any of the masses that Beethoven composed.
Music is sound, sound consists of vibrations in the air, and these particular vibrations resonated with the marrow of my bones, with the tissues of my heart. – Addison Goodheart pg. 199
You don’t find life by fleeing from it.
I’m black, blind, seriously smart, and sensitive. No age would be easy for me. At least the culture had culture then, it had style.
Hope, love and faith are in the waiting.