I sleep with two cats and the touch of their fur brushing against my naked skin is among the most beautiful sensations I can think... of. They calm me, these animals who could be wild but choose not to be, who go outside to kill and lounge around, then come home every day for the food I provide and for my touch. They bridge me over to that animal country from which I came, a place in which the body poses no questions, only needs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I don't know much about death and the sorriest lesson I've learned is that words, my most trusted guardians against chaos, offer s...mall comfort in the face of anyone's dying.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As deaths have accumulated I have begun to think of life and death as a set of balance scales. When one is young, the scale is hea...vily tipped toward the living. With the first death, the first consciousness of death, the counter scale begins to fall. Death by death, the scales shift weight until what was unthinkable becomes merely a matter of gravity and the fall into death becomes an easy step.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »