we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature.

We keep secrets from ourselves that all along we know.

There is always a time to make right what is wrong.

The mind can forget what the body, defined by each breath, subject to the heart beating, does not.

Telling a story of illness, one pulls a thread through a narrow opening flanked on one side by shame and the other by trivia.

Is it a coincidence that stories from the private life became more popular just as the grand hope for public redemption through revolution was beginning to sour? I witnessed a similar shift in taste in my own time. In the 1960s, while a hopeful vision of a just society arose again, countless poems and plays concerning politics and public life were written, read, and performed. But after the hope diminished and public life seemed less and less trustworthy, this subject was less in style.

Society, like nature, is one body, really.