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Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flingi
“The case of mind is different; it seems to be an independent substance implanted within the soul and to be incapable of being destroyed” (408b). Again: “We have no evidence as yet about mind or the power to think; it seems to be a widely different kind of soul, differing as what is eternal from what is perishable; it alone is capable of existence
... See moreBertrand Russell • History of Western Philosophy
That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and s
... See moreIn my solitude you haunt me / With reveries of days gone by. / In my solitude you taunt me / With memories that never die
Paul Auster • The Invention of Solitude
Their voices can still be heard in his ears, like the roar of a distant ocean inside a conch shell. His ears are no longer his; his eyes are no longer his; his sleep is no longer his. His whole body has become a sacred vessel.
Ruth Calderon • A Bride for One Night: Talmud Tales
I am a ghost wanting what every ghost wants – a body – after the Long Time moving through odorless alleys of space where no life is only the colorless no smell of death.…
William Burroughs • Naked Lunch: The Restored Text
J. P. de Caussade’s Abandonment of the Divine Providence,