I had polio when I was a kid. Last year it was colorectal cancer. I’m myopic. Three ear surgeries pulled me out of deafness. My senses of taste and smell have vanished. I know what you’re thinking. I’m thinking it too: I’m glad I’m not the body.
Photographers say lighting is everything. Everything + when the subject is lit from within.
We are mostly unaware of the fact that we have ideas about ourselves, and that these concepts are entirely memory-based, and that they comprise a mnemonic veil through which we view the world.
We see everything in terms of shadow—a mixture of light and dark. The man who sees only black and white, good and bad, is not just blinkered; he’s blind.
Heaven is not won, unless dropping the seed-shell of my public face is winning. Tennyson emerged from one of his trances to say that the loss of personality is the only true life.