In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.
I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends.
But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.
if you listen too hard to the technology, your ear goes deaf to its implications.
It took most people a lifetime to join the human race.
The standard dreaming of a society has to be listened to.