spag mol
the goal is not to separate the strands, it's to document the tangle.
(Ann Friedman)
More and more, I find myself turning to reading and writing to grapple with the fact that I only get to live out one life. Chewing on the cud of my one earthly existence lets me experience life once on the way down—as I go about my day and live it all in real-time—and once again on the way back up, when I regurgitate it back onto the page.
It’s a li
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On the other end of the spectrum, the gravitational pull of The Future has also knocked me out of orbit. I approached my thirtieth birthday ready to exploit what I had learned about myself in the preceding decade, feeling confident (if not certain) in the direction I wanted to move in, yet comforted that there was enough wriggle room to feel my way through it without a set destination. But it’s as if adding another digit to my age changed those sureties into not-so-sureties almost overnight.
How we can mean almost nothing on the scale of the universe and also almost everything on the scale of who we are to one another. (Which is to say, on the scale of the universe too, because we’re all a part of the cosmos when you get right down to it. Star-stuff in our bones and teeth.)
via The Clearing
via @amykaypoetry
on getting lost in the sauce of something bigger than yourself
what ingredients do you think you are putting into the collective stew of humanity?
