A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
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A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
An airplane pulls a drag of cloud.
muffled thunder.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.

The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. -Henri Bergson.

The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. -Henri Bergson.

Sometimes men are scared of me. You become a kind of an icon on television, and people are a little read more

Sometimes men are scared of me. You become a kind of an icon on television, and people are a little bit unsure, careful. It's funny.

As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon't.

As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon't.

Simple people ... are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them.

Simple people ... are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them.

We're often so blind. Our demand for the credentialed so colors our perception of believeability, that we wouldn't recognize God read more

We're often so blind. Our demand for the credentialed so colors our perception of believeability, that we wouldn't recognize God if he appeared within us. -Unknown.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.