All myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition, allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
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Anand Thakur
All myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition, allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
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They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
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We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
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You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
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It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
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Lava bread makes you passionate.
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Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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It is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself.
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One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
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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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At least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.
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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
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We’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.
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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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Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
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