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Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great, enveloping cosmic dark.
By Carl SaganOctober 2019dope death dead dying and jiving drove / her away made her take her laughter and her smiles / and her softness and her midnight sighs—
By Etheridge KnightSeptember 2019The whole world was a nest on its humble tilt, in the maze of the universe, holding us.
By Linda HoganAugust 2019Guess which of your organs recognize it. Guess whether it is welcomed to their temples. Guess how it figures in their prayers. Guess how completely you become what you eat. Guess how soon.
By W.S. MerwinJuly 2019One good thing has come out of this: as the food gets worse and the decrees more severe, the acts of sabotage against the authorities are increasing.
By Anne FrankJune 2019It is impossible to be a human being connected by affection to others and not be vulnerable to pains beyond our own.
By Sylvia BoorsteinMay 2019We need always to be thinking and writing about poverty, for if we are not among its victims its reality fades from us. We must talk about poverty, because people insulated by their own comfort lose sight of it.
By Dorothy DayApril 2019Eschew blandness. Eschew causing others pain. We are all the target so wear bright colors and dance with those you love.
By Anne HerbertMarch 2019I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a nonhuman world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
By Edward AbbeyFebruary 2019She spoke to me. I know it was Her. I have no words with which to tell you how sure I am that it was the Mother. Trust me.
By Brian DoyleJanuary 2019Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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