Sometimes I read something that speaks directly to my soul causing it to shudder a bit. This is because the words reveal a soul truth I did not realize I already intuitively understood until someone with greater insight than I wrote down what was in their own soul.
"The sister whose hand I am clutching in the picture is dead. I wonder every day whether she still exists. A person whom one has loved seems altogether too significant a thing to simple vanish altogether from the world. A person whom one loves IS the world, just as one knows oneself to be a world. How can worlds like these simple cease altogether? But if my sister does exist, then WHAT is she, and what makes that thing that she now is identical with the beautiful girl laughing at her little sister on that forgotten day?"
-Rebecca Newberger Goldstein, Betraying Spinoza, quoted in The Sense of Style: The Thinking Person's Guide to Writing in the 21st Century.
2 comments:
it really is one of the hardest things for the mind to re-frame its social living space when the corners begin to vanish ... i can remember waking up from a bereft dream once with an angry reprimand on the tip of my tongue ... "you never told me you were dead !"
Totally understand that.
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