Weโre such contrary creatures
I write not to record what I think but to discover what I think
What else is death but the refusal any longer to grow and suffer change?
Silence is a form of communication. Speech divides us.
Achilles too staggered a moment. He felt his soul change colour. Blood pooled at his feet, and though he continued to stand upright and triumphant in the sun, his spirit set off on its own downward path and approached the boarders of an unknown region.
We are continuous with all the particles of our physical being, as in our breathing we are continuous with the sky. Between our bodies and the world there is unity and commerce.