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When
I was a kid, "I had this puzzle with all fifty states on it--you know, the
kind where you have to fit them all together. And one day I got it in my head
that California and Nevada were in love. I told my mom, and she had no idea
what I was talking about. I ran and got those two pieces and showed it to
her--California and Nevada, completely in love. So a lot of the time when we're
like this"--my ankles against the backs of your ankles, my knees fitting
into the backs of your knees, my thighs on the backs of your legs, my stomach
against your back, my chin folding into your neck--"I can't help but think
about California and Nevada, and how we're a lot like them. If someone were
drawing us from above as a map. that's what we'd look like; that's how we
are."
For a moment, you were quiet. And then you nestled in and whispered.
"Contiguous." Thus
with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called
you tender names.It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It
was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love
that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed
your forgiveness. With me, illusions are bound to be shattered. I am here to
shatter all illusions. Yes, it will irritate you, it will annoy you - that's my
way of functioning and working. I will sabotage you from your very roots!
Unless you are totally destroyed as a mind, there is no hope for you.“Someday, after mastering the
winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies
of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have
discovered fire.I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace
after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder
and filling my lungs with the scent of him. In fairy tales, the princesses kiss
the frogs, and the frogs become princes. In real life, the pricesses kiss
princes, and the princes turn into frogs. It seems to me now that the plain
state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a
heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to
love someone. There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a
separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation,
of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul. “But no matter what love throws
at you, you have to believe in it. You have ot believe in love stories and
prince charmings and happily ever after. That's why I write these songs.
Because I think love is FEARLESS. “When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for
not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes
happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in
an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and
never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never
see each other again. I don't ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But,
the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we
lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never
trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a
final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was
miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew
we were beneficiaries of chance. . . . That pure chance could be so generous
and so kind. . . . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in
the vastness of space and the immensity of time. . . . That we could be
together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much
more meaningful. . . . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way
we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more
important than the idea I will see him someday.
For a moment, you were quiet. And then you nestled in and whispered.
"Contiguous."
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