Sublime

Winter, a wicked guest, is sitting at home with me; my hands are blue from the handshake of his friendship. I honor this wicked guest, but I like to let him sit alone. I like to run away from him; and if one runs well, one escapes him. With warm feet and warm thoughts I run where the wind stands still, to the sunny nook of my mount of olives. There

it is time for a reckoning. We have run as far as we can from the hardships of previous ages, and now we need to find a balance between what we know and what we knew.

Performance, by comparison, had always felt more authentic. Performance was alive, so performance had to die. A piece or a song or a play was designed to last for only as long as it took to perform, to begin and end and echo in the mind. But he had to admit there was something noble, too, in the pursuit of permanence, and something beautiful and sa

Their significant other may be tired and yawning, so instead of taking it personally they suggest loading up on caffeine, going somewhere with more engaging activities, or even cutting the date short and heading home for a quiet movie night and an early bedtime. They don’t take circumstances or lack of enthusiasm personally because the goal isn’t t