People who are seeped into their own projections suckkkkkk. They’re just like the reactive dog always barking at the ghosts he himself hallucinates. And, furthermore, they dress you always with the garments of their own mind: they can never SEE you, only their reflection
“I am sorry I can say nothing more to console you, for love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in the sight of all. Men will even give their lives if only the ordeal does not last long but is soon over, with all looking on and applauding as... See more
I bring him Queen Anne’s lace and goldenrod and chicory. I pile clover flowers and knapweed before him. More, more, more. The plants keep coming. The earth keeps giving. I lay the blossoms at my child’s feet. This too is medicine. This is devotion.