There is also, in any history, the buried, the wasted, and the lost.
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.
The fear of poetry is an indication that we are cut off from our own reality.
Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.
I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.
The world is made up of Stories, not Atoms.