All of the truth in the world is expressed in one spontaneous act.
We soul-arize when the commonplace is suddenly elevated and we see beauty everywhere.
What gives existence to stars also makes words comprehensible: the space between them.
When we buy a piece of art, the first thing we do is put a frame around it. This protects the art, intensifies its beauty. Frames are boundaries. There’s no love without them.
I acquired a beautiful shirt the other day. Dove grey. I hung it in the closet but then something strange happened. The shirt said it wouldn’t be happy until I removed two others.