"I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl…. And… I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I’m not outside my world anymore, and I’m not really inside it either. The thing is, there’s no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain. I like that most of all, being rain.
I lay in the emptiness, in the tiredness, with everything--drained out. There was nothing left to do. No place to go. Just right here, right now, where the truth was.
In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional.
It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.
... the only purpose grand enough for a human life... is not just to love--but to persist in love.
I am enough. We are enough. God is enough."
-bits and pieces from Stargirl
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