What We Feel Most Has No Name

We Are All Burning In Time, But Each Is Consumed At His Own Speed.

Question The Bravery. Say It's Not Courage. Call It A Passion.

How Astonishing It Is That Language Can Almost Mean, And Frightening That It Does Not Quite.

I Dream Of Lost Vocabularies That Might Express Some Of What We No Longer Can.

Being Alive Is So Extraordinary I Don’t Know Why People Limit It To Riches, Pride, Security—all Of Those Things Life Is Built On. People Miss So Much Because They Want Money And Comfort And Pride, A House And A Job To Pay For The House. And They Have To Get A Car. You Can’t See Anything From A Car. It’s Moving Too Fast. People Take Vacations. That’s Their Reward—the Vacation. Why Not The Life?