Return

"You reminded me of good things, of late nights and stories, my hand through your cool light hair. Perhaps it was better for that ending upon the stair.. Perhaps, though a natural trajectory was frustrated, a more lasting one was initiated."

Actually

When we say something is impossible, we have given ourselves over to and been taken prisoner by possibility, that is, an assessment of what is possible. But the Actual cares little for our assessments, and our theories or ideas about what's possible are not grounded in the Real, but are abstractions.

It's time to (re) open possibility, to return it to its proper place as the infinitely open field of the Actual.

Motorcycle Diary

Sail Away