Ms. DeMartini fell in love with the place. She enjoys floating in the pool at 11 PM
and looking at the stars through the palm trees. “I’m finding out more
about what I want and what I think,” she said. “And I want less than I
imagined. The desert is great for simplifying your life.”
Oh sorry, I read that ‘dessert’!
I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.
 – Thomas Jefferson
Rejection may seem like a negative impulse, but it has its uses. You can never reject those who help you see what is worthy of excising from your life, but the ‘will-to-reject’ what should be rejected can be the most life-affirming thing in the world.
Love them? Yes, love and accept them as they are alive and as worthy as you are. And if you are not satisfied, if you are not defined, if you are not afraid, know that your place is not with those who are satisfied, set, and prudent.
In the name of no god under the moon’s reflected light anyway, give me chaos, and give me strength.
to a notion that reality is not only debatable but overrated freed him up for all sorts of other things…
Real freedom is wasted on the crazy people. — King George III
Freedom exists only in your head. And that’s enough. –Â a voice heard in a restaurant
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Real perspective comes when I’m no longer seeing today in terms of a redundant past.
The healthiest feeling, but I don’t know if I can plan this or compel this moment to come to me.
Maybe it must come up from behind; surprise me when I’m ready:
No, you are not ‘you’.
There’s no epiphany, just a feeling that I’ve spilled over the side of what formerly contained me, when I wasn’t looking.
…cultivate my naivete. It keeps me interested.
– Fellini, paraphrased
There is some muse-like presence that he sees in dreams, forever in the act of turning away from him, who keeps repeating:
that you fail to be inspired by the beauty around you is your greatest hope.
He takes this as some odd unhealthy creepy negativity delivered in seductive tones, that means he is attracted to never creating something worthwhile.
What it really means though is that he himself must deliver an account that is of himself, say the thing that life has not shown him, tell the story that life has not told him, describe the beauty that he senses but has not been shown by the light of the sun that he knows, that keeps alive in him the notion that there is more to say that has not been said yet, a nameless More that he doesn’t know when he turns his face to this world, but that he feels unceasingly.