“Words add to the senses. The words for the dazzle
Of mica, the dithering of grass,
The Arachne integument of dead trees,
Are the eye grown larger, more intense.”— from “Variations on a Summer Day” by Wallace Stevens
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Gertrude Stein Said
“We are always the same age inside.”
Excerpt from The Year of Magical Thinking
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality, even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.
Joan Didion – The Year of Magical Thinking
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