[b]Leonard Cohen
We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.[/b]
Unbearably light was once suggested. In love or not.
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky.
And then…just like that…we’re gone.
I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.
So, if it could be in one word, which word ought it to be?
It’s the notion that there is no perfection - that there is a broken world and we live with broken hearts and broken lives but still there is no alibi for anything. On the contrary, you have to stand up and say hallelujah under those circumstances.
On the contrary, no can do.
I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.
Imagine then being soaked to the bone.
How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
My guess: You don’t really have much choice.