Your imagination pointing

in someone else's direction.

Not a lack of understanding,

but a total misunderstanding of self.

The original

retro-verse.

The devil

has better writers.

As pearl-like the possibles

went floating away.

— Monica Youn, Redacre

The ocean is vast,

and so am I.

You're not a loser,

you're just lost.

Does God

grow?

We are always

beginning and ending.

It's like a shadow on me

all of the time.

I wanted to hear God speak

and I heard knives being sharpened.

Did you give more than was given?

Did you pay more than was paid?

Surrounded

by sickness.

Memory

burns.

The son

of boredom.

— Suzi Gablik describing René Magritte