I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.

I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.

Use your blog to connect. Use it as you. Don’t ‘network’ or ‘promote.’ Just talk.

We build a shell around it, like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function , day in, day out. Immune to others’ pain and loss.

Gods, religions and national boundaries are absolutely imaginary. They don't tend to exist. As soon as you pull back half a mile and look down at the Earth there are no national boundaries. There aren't even national boundaries when you get down and walk around. They're just imaginary lines we draw on maps. I just get fascinated by people who assume that things that are imaginary have no relevance to their lives.

Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.