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Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.” So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….
There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use
a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to
their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their
pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those
used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make
themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a
string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the
need for the string.
The
practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it
is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the
still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started
by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a
girl who left for America.
When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.
In
the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to
defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible
to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love
them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love
them.... I destroy them.
When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.
Sometimes no length of
string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all
the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.” We met each
other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once
we did we found we reminded each other of it.” When I got older I
decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I
wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too
lonely At the end, all that's
left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that's why I've never been able to
throw anything away. Perhaps that's why I hoarded the world: with the hope that
when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the
one I lived,. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When
did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you
want to screw the only person you get to love? It's so stupid, Tiny! I mean,
Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it's the most
important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives
revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and
whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they're not
that important. You know what's important? Who would you die for? Who do you
wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know
why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick,
Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it
is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the
promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I
judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and
decision.” love is always new.
Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we
always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise,
but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is
what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we
lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of
the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means
hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.
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