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A Pale Blue Dot

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 Sagan October 2019
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Feeling Fucked Up

dope 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 Knight September 2019
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from Dwellings

The whole world was a nest on its humble tilt, in the maze of the universe, holding us.

By Linda Hogan August 2019
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Make This Simple Test

Guess 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. Merwin July 2019
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excerpted from The Diary Of A Young Girl

One 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 Frank June 2019
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It’s All Happening To All Of Us, All Of The Time

It is impossible to be a human being connected by affection to others and not be vulnerable to pains beyond our own.

By Sylvia Boorstein May 2019
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Poverty And Precarity

We 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 Day April 2019
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Handy Tips On How To Behave At The Death Of The World

Eschew blandness. Eschew causing others pain. We are all the target so wear bright colors and dance with those you love.

By Anne Herbert March 2019
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The First Morning

I 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 Abbey February 2019
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Let It Go

She 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 Doyle January 2019