Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave?
So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around?
I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.
Fear, like love, is difficult to explain after it has subsided, probably because it draws away the veils of illusion as it disappears.
The quality, not the longevity, of one’s life is what is important. If you are cut down in a movement that is designed to save the soul of a nation, then no death could be more redemptive.
Every contact leaves a trace. Everything and everyone we touch is changed in some way. But the changes, they are never what we anticipate.
The most obvious observation about life since August 1963 is also the most accurate: we have traveled far, but not far enough.