Cool, dark isolation
Curled in a bed
scooped out of the soft earth
Darkened by curved fingers
Lifted up by flat shafts of light
The breath is clean
It is purged
It traces the spine
Exhausting the corrosive restraints
The work, the effort
fires the wind that’s inhaled,
lifts the spines of light.
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The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each training in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little, but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality and of our frightful position therein that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. – H.P. Lovecraft
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My Favorite Books
- The Gnostic Gospels
- Liberating the Gospels
- The Singularity Is Neaar
- The God Delusion
- A Prayer for Owen Meany
- Beloved
- In The Laps of Gods
- The Selfish Gene
- A Thousand Acres
- Longitude
- The Killer Angels
- Undaunted Courage
- Fermat's Enigma
- Snow Falling On Cedars
- The Dark Tower series
- Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee
- Daughter of Fortune
- The Secret Life of Dust
- The Secret Life of Bees
- Guns Germs and Steel
- Seabiscuit
- Bleak House
- Middlesex
- 9/11 Report
- The End of Faith
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