A year before he died, Johnny Cash recorded a version of the Nine Inch Nails song “Hurt.” I listened to this song yesterday. Twice. It brought me closer to tears than I’ve been in a dry while.
Beware the man who cries prettily. He’s got an agenda. He wants something.
“You complete me.” Only ego feels incomplete. (Is “I AM” partial? A fraction?)
“You make me happy.” This Sisyphean endeavour begins with a face-splitting rictus and ends in a trickle of salted water.
What were they doing in Carbondale, Illinois, when they wept at the sight of the eclipse? They were celebrating the rule of law.
It sometimes happens that men who are awakening will tell me, “I don’t know who I am any more.” It is like the moment in a funeral service when I find myself crying.