Tell yourself you’re doing it for humanity. Teeming, varied,
rushing life. What binds us here in this place? What makes us pass
each other in the street and pause, looking into another’s face to notice: I see you. I understand....
For the past few days, I’ve had an image in my head of a
flowing creek, with a large but smooth rock sitting right smack dab in the
middle. Currents flow around it, the water streamlined and purposed; this
implacable...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
