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The Time Traveler’s Wife
December 26, 2010

CLARE: It’s hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he’s okay. It’s hard to be the one who stays.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that’s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?

-Audrey Niffenegger


The fiction of being human
September 4, 2010

Excerpt from Mark Twain‘s No.44, The Mysterious Stranger:

Life itself is only a vision, a dream... Nothing exists; all is a dream. God-man-the world, – the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars: a dream, all a dream, they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space- and you!”


“And you are not you- you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought

“Strange! That you should not have suspected, years ago, centuries, ages, aeons ago! For you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities. Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fictions! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane-like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice, and invented hell- mouths mercy, and invented hell- mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people, and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man’s acts upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor abused slave to worship him!…

“You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible, except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks- in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present-you should have recognised them earlier…

“Its is true, that which I have revealed to you: there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a Dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but You. And You are but a Thought– a vagrant Thought, a useless Thought, a homeless Thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!”

August 3, 2010

Paul loved to sleep with his mother. Sleep is still most perfect, inspite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

-D H Lawrence

July 22, 2010

I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:

How should I use them for your closer contact?


Nihilist Speaks
June 23, 2010

“Faith is deciding to allow yourself to believe
something your intellect would otherwise cause
you to reject — otherwise there’s no need for faith.”


“The alienated are those who find the truth, thus, becoming more alienated.”


“We must question the story of logic of having an all-knowing all-powerful God, who creates faulty Humans, then blames them for his own mistakes.”


“Faith is the boast of the man who is too lazy to investigate.”


“As for souls entering hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to hell.”


“I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.”


Gibran’s Love
June 7, 2010

I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers… Selma led me into the garden of high affection, where days pass like dreams and nights like weddings… My life had been like a coma, empty… and then she filled it with secrets and wonders and made me understand the meaning of life.

Today, after many years have passed, I have nothing left out of that beautiful dream except painful memories flapping like invisible wings around me, filling the depths of my heart with sorrow, and bringing tears to my eyes; and my beloved, beautiful Selma, is dead and nothing is left to commemorate her except my broken heart and a tomb surrounded by cypress trees.

Oh, friends of my youth who are scattered in the city of Beirut, when you pass by the cemetery near the pine forest, enter it silently… and say to yourself, “Here, all the hopes of Gibran, who is living as prisoner of love beyond the seas, were buried. On this spot he lost his happiness, drained his tears, and forgot his smile.”

By that tomb grows Gibran’s sorrow together with the cypress trees, and above the tomb his spirit flickers every night… joining the branches of the trees in sorrowful wailing, mourning and lamenting the going of Selma, who yesterday was a beautiful tune on the lips of life and today is a silent secret in the bossom of the earth.

The Broken Wings– Kahlil Gibran

Joseph goes home after Elizabeth’s sudden death
May 19, 2010

He went to his own dark house and lighted the lamps and set fire in the stove. The clock wound by Elizabath still ticked, storing in its spring the pressure of her hand, and the wool socks she had hung to dry over the stove screen were still damp. These were vital parts of Elizabeth that were not dead yet. Joseph pondered slowly over it- Life cannot be cut off quickly. One cannot be dead until the things he changed are dead. His effect is the only evidence of his life. While there remains even a plaintive memory, a person cannot be cut off, dead.

And he thought, “It’s a long process for a human to die. We kill a cow, and it is dead as soon as the meat is eaten, but a man’s life dies as a commotion in a still pool dies in little waves, spreading and growing back toward stillness.”

To a God Unknown- John Steinbeck