We’re awake when the commonplace is suddenly elevated and we see beauty everywhere, in everything.
“I got my eyes on the prize,” said the donkey to the carrot.
“I put a spell on you.” Screamin’ Jay Hawkins.
In light of the first of the Four Noble Truths (Life is suffering), shouldn’t birth be swaddled in sorrow and death elicit a sober joy?
Death is the opposite of birth, not Life. Life has no opposite.
Is there anything more dispiriting than the attempt to rekindle romance?
Trying is failing.
And love is not personal.
Sex is friction.