My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

You can't learn from remembering. You can't learn from guessing. You can learn only from moving forward at the rate you are moved, as brightness into brightness.

Perhaps all anxiety might derive from a fixation on moments - an inability to accept life as ongoing.

Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.

I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.