...the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.
I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.
Reading is probably another way of being in a place.
Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.
Unlike Joseph her husband, Mary is neither upright nor pious, but she is not blame for this, the blame lies with the language she speaks if not with the men who invented it, because that language has no feminine form for the words upright and pious.
I am the same person I was before receiving the Nobel Prize. I work with the same regularity, I have not modified my habits, I have the same friends.