#mindlife

"She was alone as everyone is every morning after a dream."

“His eyelids were heavy as if from too much dreaming.”

“He received them smiling. Without money in his pocket he rushed to help. With generous excess he rushed to love, to desire, to possess, to lose, to suffer, to die the multiple little deaths everyone dies each day. He would even die and weep and suffer and lose with enthusiasm, with ardor. He was prodigal in poverty, rich and abundant in some invisible chemical equivalent to gold and sun.”

“The transparency of the child skin, of the adolescent later to turn opaque. […] The mothers who kiss them are eating light. There is a phosphorescence which comes from the magic world of childhood. Where does this illumination go later? Is it the substance of faith which shines from their bodies like phosphorescence from the albatross, and what kills it?”