Are my days, and the hours and spaces in them. Saw a bunch of art today-at the art museum, no less. And met a Danish Englishman. Held forth and court with fine people, new and old. Yesterday that was. Ignore the grey, there is nothing but grey.
So I'm having a good time, that's the whole and the half of it. It's more complicated than that, but it evens out. Black and white, wounds and clotting quick. I'll post some Escher when I get a chance. It was awesome.
So I'm having a good time, that's the whole and the half of it. It's more complicated than that, but it evens out. Black and white, wounds and clotting quick. I'll post some Escher when I get a chance. It was awesome.
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While you were holding court, we talked a little bit about unenviable relationships and relationships in general. A friend recently shared this Rilke quote, and I've been liking thinking about it:
The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.
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