“There isn’t any particular relationship between all the messages except that the author has chosen them carefully so that, when seen all at once, they produce an image of life that is beautiful and surprising and deep […] What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.”—Kurt Vonnegut (via nightmarebrunette)
….You’re in a body. That’s not a value judgement. That’s not a criticism. You live in your body and you feel like your body. You’re a city dweller and you recognize certain sensations like traffic signals.
It’s not a purpose but it is an intention. It’s not your intention. It’s the planet’s intelligence. It’s the gear turning of the material world, the conveyor belt of your organic home.
One of my teachers says, “this is compost.” If you overturn the black earth under dying leaves, it’s only dirt. But dirt that was once animate. I mean, flowers are not sentient. But even flowers are endowed with the sense to open for the sun.