“I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling, puttering. I love the times when someone or something is late—there’s that rich possibility of noticing more, in the meantime … Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.”

Quantum physics does not describe how things are, but how things interact with one another. So, I think this is general. Even we human beings — I’m not a thing. I’m a net of interactions with the world around me, with the people who know me, who love me. It’s a more powerful way of trying to grasp reality by focusing on what interacts with what and how, and somehow, the objects are just the nodes of interactions. They’re not a primary thing; they’re a secondary thing, I think.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

"The secret opening through which we pass into wholeness is hidden in the center of those wounds we are most afraid to approach." - James Finley

Our body works in patterns, it looks for routes. Become aware of what paths you have followed so far, start looking for new directions and literally start to piloting your own body.

Can I afford the stillness and warmth of a steady perspective? Or should I avoid at all costs what brings me comfort, and ease, as it so easily facilitates the erasure of my sense and my body?