Came across this this morning. Damn do I regret not having bought those Antony tickets for the concert in London.
There is the urge to weep. There is the force of creative vision. This pain? This isn't a heart breaking; it's a heart waking. The waking world is this one, where our senses clear and we feel the power of transformation, we see that the doors along the corridor of possibility are not, after all, closed to us, though they may be far away and heavy and frightening. We can face them and walk through them nonetheless.
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