I dont hate it he thought$$$ panting in the cold air$$$ the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!
...women will show pride and honor about almost anything except love ...
We have a few old mouth-to-mouth tales; we exhume from old trunks and boxes and drawers letters without salutation or signature$$$ in which men and women who once lived and breathed are now merely initials or nicknames out of some now incomprehensible affection which sound to us like Sanskrit or Chocktaw; we see dimly people$$$ the people in whose living blood and seed we ourselves lay dormant and waiting$$$ in this shadowy attenuation of time possessing now heroic proportions$$$ performing their acts of simple passion and simple violence$$$ impervious to time and inexplicable.
If happy I can be I will$$$ if suffer I must I can.
You are a beautiful person$$$ Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on$$$ little by little$$$ you must prepare yourself to face death. If you devote all of your future energy to living$$$ you will not be able to die well. You must begin to shift gears$$$ a little at a time. Living and dying are$$$ in a sense$$$ of equal value."--Nimit in "Thailand
A gust of wind set the leaves of grass to dancing and celebrated the grass's song before it died.
And then it struck him what lay buried far down under the earth on which his feet were so firmly planted: the ominous rumbling of the deepest darkness$$$ secret rivers that transported desire$$$ slimy creatures writhing$$$ the lair of earthquakes ready to transform whole cities into mounds of rubble. These$$$ too$$$ were helping to create the rhythm of the earth. He stopped dancing and$$$ catching his breath$$$ stared at the ground beneath his feet as though peering into a bottomless hole.
He would eventually have to pass through the forest$$$ but he felt no fear. Of course - the forest was inside him$$$ he knew$$$ and it made him who he was.
Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form$$$ and whether good or evil$$$ we can always communicate them to one another.
There was a time when my soul was wandering through the deepest darknessā¦