What always seems miraculous is when aesthetic necessities yield an insight which otherwise I would have missed.
I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.
Society, like nature, is one body, really.
One can find traces of every life in each life.
Every time I deny myself I commit a kind of suicide.
... This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.