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Love is life. All, every­thing that I under­stand, I under­stand only because I love. Every­thing is, every­thing exists, only because I love. Every­thing is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a par­ti­cle of love, shall return to the gen­eral and eter­nal source. Leo Tol­stoy A Russ­ian chapel, photographed […]

I’m always say­ing to him, “If you leave and I haven’t rid­den your motor­cy­cle, that’s going to be really bad.” We had a big fight at the end of the block party.  Drunk, yeah.  And, can’t remem­ber what got said, but he says that he was a lot worse, kind of ‘I’m say­ing really shitty […]

In the moment that he held her his world was silent. This was the silence of awe. It was unfa­mil­iar to him. He felt like every­thing that was mag­i­cal and impor­tant in his life, the libraries he had sat in, the sketches he had drawn, the excite­ment he felt as he made a point that surprised […]

We walked down the long halls and through the ruined rooms a lit­tle apart because things were over but we still didn’t know. You’d slept with Toby while I was gone, and when I found out later I was bruised and con­fused, because he was insipid and weak, and your sleep­ing with him made me […]

We have a tra­di­tion on our anniver­sary to com­mem­o­rate the occa­sion by each writ­ing an entry in a spe­cial jour­nal. Here is what T wrote. I share it because it moved me and because it offers an ele­gant metaphor for love. Here we are on our fifth anniver­sary, where tra­di­tion tells us the sym­bol for the […]

How do you know that? Have you been there to see? And if you had been there to see, and had seen none, that would not prove that there were none … And no one has a right to say that no water babies exist till they have seen no water babies exist­ing, which is […]

We drove from Gran­ite Springs to Stam­ford in the mid­dle of the night. You were born in the midst of drama and fan­fare. I held you in the hos­pi­tal room, fell in love with you and have loved you ever since. I had to go home to walk McDou­gal. I drove back in the middle […]

When­ever we find, in two forms of life that are unre­lated to each other, a sim­i­lar­ity of form or of behav­ior pat­terns which relates to more than a few minor details, we assume it to be caused by par­al­lel adap­ta­tion to the same life-preserving func­tion. Kon­rad Lorenz One hot Fri­day after­noon a long time ago […]

He returned to the other point of view — oppo­site to that of his love and of his jeal­ousy, to which he resorted at times by a sort of men­tal equity, and in order to make allowance for dif­fer­ent even­tu­al­i­ties — from which he tried to form a fresh judg­ment of Odette, based on the […]

The first time I held you We were in the hos­pi­tal room before your mother Came out of recov­ery. I was ragged From the chaotic night, the fast change Into oper­at­ing scrubs, the paced urgency Of the nurs­ing staff as they rolled the gur­ney Through the dou­ble doors, two lives Hang­ing in the bal­ance. You were […]