The weariness

of angels.

The well of grief.

Those who will not slip beneath
The still surface on the well of grief,
Turning down through its black water
To the place we cannot breathe,
Will never know the source from which we drink,
The secret water, cold and clear,
Nor find in the darkness glimmering,
The small round coins,
Thrown by those who wished for something else.

-David Whyte

heard in "The Work"

Smile a little wider

as you’re waiting to be sold.

- frickin' Chumbawumba

America

is a haunted house.

We shouldn't exist.

And yet we do.

It feels better

when it means nothing.

All who have eyes

have eyes that speak.

A similarity of image

across time and space.

And that’s your guiding star, isn't it?

"What's of use."

- Serenity

I saw something.

Did you see it too?

You don’t want me,

you just don’t want to lose me.

We're only as good

as the images we can find.

We're just the machines

by which God can attempt to understand itself.

Since nothing seems to make sense,

when you find something or someone that does, it's euphoria.

- The Good Place

Not everyone’s

coming with us.