YOU DID NOT COME INTO THIS WORLD. YOU CAME OUT OF IT, LIKE A WAVE FROM THE OCEAN. YOU ARE NOT A STRANGER HERE

"The Caribbean poet-philosopher Édouard Glissant writes, ‘when we speak of a poetics of Relation, we no longer need to add: relation between what and what?’ Instead, functioning as an intransitive verb, relation ‘informs not simply what is relayed but also the relative and the related’. It strings together a constellation of indiscreet things, bound by their inseparability, in turn revealing their boundlessness."

“Mythos, in Greek,” said Borges, “is not a story that is false. It is a story that is more than true. Myth is a tear in the fabric of reality, and immense energies pour through these holy fissures. Our stories, our poems, are rips in this fabric as well, however slight.”

“We are showered every day with gifts, but they are not meant for us to keep. Their life is in their movement, the inhale and the exhale of our shared breath. Our work and our joy is to pass along the gift and to trust that what we put into the universe will always come back.”