Lighthousekeeping

by Jeanette Winterson

Turn down the daily noise and at first there is the relief of silence. And then, very quietly, as quiet as light, meaning returns. Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.

that’s the thing about some librarians—they love telling you a book is out of print, borrowed, lost, or not even written yet.

‘Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.’

Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea?

We know the world by and through our bodies. This is our lab; we can’t experiment without it.