For the dead are thirsty and in urgent need of water... And they drink a certain measure of the water of Forgetfulness, whereupon they are reborn without Memory.
The secret, then, is to live each moment in remembrance of Death. I raise this cup to my lips and taste the fragrant, bittersweet brew with consummate mindfulness.
About Me
- The Ambivalent Misanthrope
- California, United States
- I still can't read "The Velveteen Rabbit" all the way through without breaking down and bawling.
2 comments:
What a wealth of reading you've given me on your sidebar. You've been thinking and reading hard since I last saw you. I doubt I've done even half this work since you last saw me. And when was that, anyway?
I remember a phone conversation...
Gina,
Don't let your humility overshadow the truth, which is that I've only done a different kind of reading. I look at your page and I think exactly the same thing about you.
I cannot remember the last time I saw you... But clearly you have always stayed close...
D
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