The Humans

Walt Whitman was right about at least one thing. You will contradict yourself. You are large. You contain multitudes. 39. No one is ever completely

You can’t find happiness looking for the meaning of life. Meaning is only the third most important thing. It comes after loving and being.

In your mind, change the name of every day to Saturday. And change the name of work to play.

That it will never come again, Is what makes life so sweet. – Emily Dickinson

Civilised life, you know, is based on a huge number of illusions in which we all collaborate willingly. The trouble is we forget after a while that they are illusions and we are deeply shocked when reality is torn down around us.

There are no new ingredients in the universe, and humans – however they may look – are made of roughly the same things we are.

They exist simultaneously in two worlds – the world of appearances and the world of truth. The connecting strands between these worlds take many forms.

was the eyes, on Earth, that mattered. You saw the person, and the life inside them, if you saw the eyes.

The most human of words, the implication being that healthy normal life is covering something – the violence that is there underneath, the violence I had seen in Gulliver the night before. To be healthy meant to be covered. Clothed. Literally and metaphorically.