We do not know our own souls,

let alone the souls of others.

Human beings do not go hand in hand

the whole stretch of the way.

There is a virgin forest in each;

a snowfield where even the print of

birds’ feet is unknown.

Here we go alone, and like it better so.

Always to have sympathy,

always to be understood

would be intolerable.

~Virginia Woolf

there was never any doubt in this….

inquiry for today~ creep up to your fear and abide….

mix and match your clarity

In order to rise from its own ashes,

a phoenix first must burn.

~Octavia Butler