Gravity Is the Thing

by Jaclyn Moriarty

I like how he says me-membered. On the other hand, I’m happy to correct forgetted.

Raising teenagers is all about deception. Give teenagers the illusion of freedom. It’s like when you’re playing the triangle. If you clutch the bar, it will make an ugly clang. However, if you dangle the triangle in the air from a fine, fine string, it will chime out its sweetness. It believes it is free, you see, even though you’ve got it by the string.

“Kierkegaard thinks that music begins where language ends,” Finnegan said. “Beyond language—or when language reaches its peak—you get music.” I considered that. “I can’t believe we’re talking about Kierkegaard,” I said. “You’re not. I am. And the same is true if you go in the other direction, he said. Because the simpler words become, the more they’re just sounds, and sounds are music.” “So music is like parentheses around language?” “Exactly. Or music is everything. This small segment of everything is language. Our conversation. Everything outside it is music.”

According to Epicurus, the key to joy is in three things: friends, freedom, and a moment to think.