This is not fantasy, this is our life.
We are the characters
who have invaded the moon,
who cannot stop their computers.
We are the gods who can unmake
the world in seven days.
Both hands are stopped at noon.
We are beginning to live forever,
in lightweight, aluminum bodies
with numbers stamped on our backs.
We dial our words like Muzak.
We hear each other through water.
The genre is dead. Invent something new.
Invent a man and a woman
naked in a garden,
invent a child that will save the world,
a man who carries his father
out of a burning city.
Invent a spool of thread
that leads a hero to safety,
invent an island on which he abandons
the woman who saved his life
with no loss of sleep over his betrayal.
Invent us as we were
before our bodies glittered
and we stopped bleeding:
invent a shepherd who kills a giant,
a girl who grows into a tree,
a woman who refuses to turn
her back on the past and is changed to salt,
a boy who steals his brother’s birthright
and becomes the head of a nation.
Invent real tears, hard love,
slow-spoken, ancient words,
difficult as a child’s
first steps across a room.
Anonymous said: I met and fell in love with my best friend about nine months ago. Never has one person made me laugh so hard or love so deeply. Never have I felt so proud as I did when standing next to them making them smile. They called me their soulmate and said we could grow old together. Last week, they got engaged to their partner of five years. I wish them both the best.
tell me about love.
I’m loving these stories quite a bit.
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
"Kiss me, and you will see how important I am"
What’s interesting about this gif is that it illustrates the nature to which cauliflower grows. Mutations in the plant genome prevent the floral meristem tissue from developing into proper florets. More importantly mutations lead to a deregulation of the termination in the proliferation of the stem cell population of that meristem so the masses of floral tissue just grow indeterminately.
Essentially infinite. Like the loop of this gif.
The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.