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—And how, even more so, she was able to let herself go with the firm, soft ebb. And return. She would reunite with herself one day, without the hard, solitary words. She would weld herself and be once again the mute brusque strong wide unmoving blind living sea. Death would connect her with childhood.”

“Before, she was the pure sea. And all that was left of the past, trickling inside her, quick and tremulous, was a little of the old water through pebbles, shadowy, cool under the trees, dead brown leaves lining the banks. Dear God, how sweetly she sank into the incomprehension of herself—

“Joana was speaking sleepily by the end. Through her half-closed eyes the ship was floating crooked in the painting, things in the room were stretching out, glowing, the end of one holding hands with the start of another. Because if she already knew ‘that everything was one’, why continue seeing and living?”

“And woman was a mystery in itself, she discovered. There was in all of them a quality of raw material, something that might one day define itself but which was never realized, because it’s real essence was ‘becoming’. Wasn’t it precisely through this that the past was united with the future and with all times?” (pg.133)

“She didn’t read books so she didn’t know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop”

“So writing is the method of using the word as bait: the word fishing for whatever is not word. When this non-word—-be-tween the lines —takes the bait, something has been written.
Once whatever is between the lines is caught, the word can be tossed away in relief. But that's where the analogy ends: the non-word, taking the bait, incorporates it. So what saves you is writing absentmindedly.”

The rugged individual who relies on no one else is a figure who can only exist in a culture of domination where a privileged few use more of the world’s resources than the many who must daily do without. Worship of individualism has in part led us to the unhealthy culture of narcissism that is all so pervasive in our society.
(213-214)

Life without communion in love with others would be less fulfilling no matter the extent of one’s self-love. All over the world people live in intimate daily contact with one another, face challenges together, share joy and sorrow. [cont.]

Love is the only force that allows us to hold one another close beyond the grave. That is why knowing how to love each other is also a way of knowing how to die
(pg. 202)

All roses fall prey to December
All intellect falls prey to love’s glory


Every question I ask is about you,
Every step I take it toward you.
I slept well last night
But I woke up drunk.
I must have dreamt about you

BUBBLE: Individual existence. Man is a bubble compared
with the ocean (God). See: Foam.

FOAM: Outward and shallow forms (of limited existence) that cover the depths of the infinite ocean (God).

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