“If the desire for virtual connectedness becomes obsessive, it may in fact function to isolate individuals from real social interaction while also disrupting the patterns of rest, silence and reflection that are necessary for healthy human development.”
“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”.
“I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.”
“Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn.”
“Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.’
“Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper tree In the cool of the day.”
Yet after brick and steel and stone are gone, and flesh and blood are dust, the dream lives on.
The wounded surgeon plies the steel That questions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer’s art Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.
The intolerable wrestle With words and meanings.
Human kind Cannot bear very much reality.
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past.
