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(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
a box full of darkness.
that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver (The Uses of Sorrow)
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If love wants you; if you’ve been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm blood and cold.
Anne Michaels (via fleurishes)
Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with feelings.
Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via massdestruction)
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16Malandragem: You Want a Physicist to Speak at Your Funeral
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
- Aaron Freeman
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The Reichenbach Falls - Explored with a Piano
0.00 | A 360° View of the FallsGod, this feels like my magnum opus. I was thinking so much about the arrangement. Any critique? Can be downloaded here.
0.40 | Moriarty tells his Tale
1.31 | ‘I may be on the side of the Angels, but don’t - for one second - think I’d be one of them.’
1.51 | The Final Fight
2.12 | The Fall
2.29 | ‘He was my friend.’
3.06 | The River swells and takes the Body
3.54 | An echo from the Future
The only thing that can improve this masterpiece is Sherlock himself playing his violin to express his feelings for Watson while Irene whispers dirty things into his ear. Yeah.
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I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via thegirlandherbooks)
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1 week ago - 44
44La tristesse durera toujours.
(The sadness will last forever.)
Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890). (via fyeahlastwords)
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there is no action kind enough to express heartbreak.
I am left
shut,
the quietest of blossoms.
Stella Padnos, from “Start/The Stopping” (via awritersruminations)
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