Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine

To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.

And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

It's not a competition, it's a doorway.

Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving