Despair Is Easy, Or At Least Low

The Desire To Go Home That Is A Desire To Be Whole, To Know Where You Are, To Be The Point Of Intersection Of All The Lines Drawn Through All The Stars, To Be The Constellation-maker And The Center Of The World, That Center Called Love. To Awaken From Sleep, To Rest From Awakening, To Tame The Animal, To Let The Soul Go Wild, To Shelter In Darkness And Blaze With Light, To Cease To Speak And Be Perfectly Understood.

It's Hardly Surprising That The Corporate Aliens Lie When It Comes To The Relationship Between Doing Something About Climate Change And The Economy.

To Lose Yourself: A Voluptuous Surrender, Lost In Your Arms, Lost To The World, Utterly Immersed In What Is Present So That Its Surroundings Fade Away. In Benjamin’s Terms, To Be Lost Is To Be Fully Present, And To Be Fully Present Is To Be Capable Of Being In Uncertainty And Mystery.

The Language Of Commerce Has Been Engineered To Describe The Overt Purpose Of A Thing, But Cannot Encompass Fringe Benefits Or Peripheral Pleasures. It Weighs The Obvious Against What In Its Terms Are Incomprehensible. When I Drive From Here To There, Speed, Privacy, Control, And Safety Are Easy To Claim. When I Walk, What Happens Is More Vague, More Ambiguous-and In Many Circumstances Much Richer. I Am Out In The World. It's Exercise, Though Not So Quantifiably As On A Treadmill In A Gym With A Digital Readout.

A City Always Contains More Than Any Inhabitant Can Know, And A Great City Always Makes The Unknown And The Possible Spurs To The Imagination.