what it illuminates

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

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