Wednesday, August 3, 2016

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You might be surprised to hear I do not like to say too much.

Oh, I like to say everything, but about that which is so pure and magnificent at the core of cores, about the secret fire at the heart of the most important things I'd rather not say too much.

On my blog now I have experienced my 50th birthday, but what is that? That is just time and the whim of the gods. And so, a couple of years ago I was able to cast news of it like it was nothing. Life is just a crude statement for all its virtues, sprawling, unwieldy, unspecific.

But today. Today is twenty five. It is the one. And it is love. And I hardly dare speak of it because, amid all the sprawl of cold laws and miracles, it, in the universe alone, is sacred.











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