Wednesday 4 May 2011

May 4

Life is our only frame of reference. Death brings an end to everything, including itself.

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Words on the page sleep, dreamless as hills - until eye read either, line or land.

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Spring drought, and the heaths and woods where I grew up are burning. There is nothing in prospect but more of this: the familiar warping before our eyes. In the hard world coming, we will have to relearn many lost arts - including the art of losing.

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The pity of the world lies not in its horror but in the evolution of a mind capable of imagining that things might be otherwise.

1 comment:

  1. Death is the full stop of life, but where does it end?

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