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It takes a kind of arrogance to think everything in the world can be measured and weighed with our scientific instruments.
Yet what of love? That is another, more solid thing; it is not tricked by fine lights or spirits. It is more of earth and time, like a river-turned stone.
Why, in our efforts to understand and observe life, must we so often snuff it out?
It is remarkable how we go on. All that we come to know and witness and endure, yet our hearts keep beating, our faith persists.
Knowing everyone at the post office. There is the feeling here that civilization is still just a speck, and it makes me feel small in a good way. Seattle made me feel small in a bad way, if that makes any sense.
suffering knows no class or rank, gender or age, and we each of us brave our own darkness.
I’ll tell you one thing about history—we leave a lot of carnage in our wake. The only way we know, it seems, no matter how many times we see it done.
