…The night is drawing down; voices linger in other rooms. Bodies stir, the hands of the clock spin, motions both irrevocable and tiresome. I look to the east, for the dawn, find only darkness, look to the clock again and find it earlier than I had wished. Too tired to act, too strange to sleep,…
The discovery I made was that any number of stories are really meant to work, and only work, in the mind’s ear and hearing them out loud diminishes their effectiveness. Some of course hold up amusingly, but it’s no fun hearing a story that’s really meant to be read, which brings me to your next question, and that is that there is no substitute for reading, and there never will be. Hearing something aloud is its own experience, but it’s hard to beat sitting in bed or in a comfortable chair turning the pages of a book, putting it down, and eagerly awaiting the chance to get back to it.
The truth is always held up as this Holy Grail, the thing for which all must be sacrificed. Everyone’s always talking about how it will set you free and how nothing bad can come of facing it. But I knew enough by then to know that the universe doesn’t like secrets, that it lays snares you can’t avoid.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
No more knuckling under, groaning, moaning: one gets used to pain. This hurts. Not being perfect hurts. Having to bother about work in order to eat and have a house hurts. So what. It’s about time. This is the month which ends a quarter of a century for me, lived under the shadow of fear: fear that I would fall short of some abstract perfection; I have often fought, fought & won, not perfection, but an acceptance of myself as having a right to live on my own human fallible terms.
We are tiny explosions all over the world, popping with every brush of greatness and collectively we form a gloriously blinding blanket of light and life.
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I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.
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