It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.

...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things.

So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.

I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.

A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them ... A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing. . .

Music: what so many sentences aspire to be.