His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.– Elias Canetti
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: Sonder →
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once,...
Alchemiss: Hey, where am I? Come on, “Stretch”. Stop makin’ with the answers. Mysterious Figure: Of all those granted the gift, you alone have surprised me. Alchemiss: The gift of what? Oh … you mean super powers? Mysterious Figure: Indeed. How predictable your kind has proven to be. The evil use the power for evil and the good for good. But you, you are something different...
And I feel this coming over like a storm again . ....
Without the skin Beneath the storm Under these tears The walls came down As I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade
In the political domain I would like to see people energized to think for...– Noam Chomsky
Melancholy shouldn’t be confused with depression. Melancholy is an active state....– Alexander Stutterheim
But Ladies and Gentlemen, why should not a bold thinker have guessed something...– Sigmund Freud