It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.

Any given moment - no matter how casual, how ordinary - is poised, full of gaping life.

The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst.

The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love.” from “Memoriam

I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.

Trees for example, carry the memory of rainfal. In their rings we read ancient weather - storms, sunlight and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.

History is the gradual instant