O God, thy sea is so great and my boat is so small.– The Breton Fisherman’s Prayer
How does a child born and raised in zero gravity register the ground under its feet when finally allowed to descend?
Most probably we are in Eden still. It is only our eyes that have changed.– G. K. Chesterton
In Somalia there is an Einstein or a Beethoven or a somebody dying in the dust...– Bin Sulaiman, father of amirsulaiman.
Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.– Friedrich Nietzsche
The ending changes everything that came before it.– Edan Lepucki
Inertia has not died tonight.
Willpower is the foremost of all skills.
Wash yourself of yourself.– Rumi
Tonight I am outside of my body. Tell me: is this what change feels like?
human-voices: Given the increasingly limited resources on the planet, Please write a 500 word essay justifying your right to exist.
i forgot it in pictures but perhaps remembered it in words.
“I thought about this when I left Nigeria to go to university in the United States. I was 19. My American roommate was shocked by me. She asked where I had learned to speak English so well, and was confused when I said that Nigeria happened to have English as its official language. She asked if she could listen to what she called my “tribal music” and was consequently...
The infractor, close-to-divine, nubile, tantric, thought within thought. Twisting, shaking, treacle grey, pounding, waking; in pipes the air depleting. Dizzying, smell-like, ammoniac treatise between The State of Things and the imposition. Glory, church bells, miasma, founding, coeliac grey, darkness, morning.
You learn your own fear. It’s personalised. That’s what makes it so deadly.
Have You Got an Umbrella, Dear? — an upcoming philosophical treatise by my mother.
Imagine if every person who has been moved today by the events of ten years ago donated $5 to a famine relief fund, or to fund the distribution of drugs that we take for granted in the developed world.
The things that I have lost, for all their indescribable qualities tantalisingly alluding to fear and regret — those most indulgent of emotions — may just as well been things that I have gained.
It is easier to know man in general than one man in particular.– La Rochefoucauld, Maxims
In Frankenstein, blood did not know where to go, random flushes and surges of...– Bob Perelman