Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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Anand Thakur
Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
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Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
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Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
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A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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Madness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.
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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
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No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. … We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.
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All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
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To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
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