When anything can happen, everything matters.

When people have supernatural beliefs I think they should be respected but there is no reason why they need to impose them on others.

Oblivion seemed the only reasonable option.

one could drown in irrelevance.

But to do its noticing and judging, poetry balances itself on the pinprick of the moment. Slowing down, stopping yourself completely, to read and understand a poem is like trying to acquire an old-fashioned skill.

What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak.

Dying in unfamiliar surroundings miles away from home, it cannot possibly be good. There is a great sadness about that I think.