Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.

...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

Often, others see you, as you see yourself

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

Each day has a color, a smell.

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world