finding happy

"i was happy but happy is an adult word. you don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. they are or they are not. adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. much easier to let it blow all over you. this is where i disagree with the philosophers. they talk about passionate things but there is no passion in them. never talk happiness with a philosopher. "

jeanette winterson, the passion

keep art alive; art by melanie moore

"i have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had. some people's emanations are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their own body. this is not fancy. if a potter has an idea, she makes it into a pot, and it exists beyond her, beyond its own separate life. she uses a physical substance to display her thoughts. if i use a metaphysical substance to display my thoughts, i might be anywhere at one time, influencing a number of different things, just as the potter and her pottery can exert influence in different places. there's a chance that i'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices i did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other."

oranges are not the only fruit ~ jeanette winterson

i look to you to see the truth

fade into you ~ mazzy star (the video)

(somehow listening to this while reading the following just makes sense to me)

"i know i am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliations and exaltations that light us up. i see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at my head. but how else to live, vertical that i am, pressed down and pressing up simultaneously? i cannot assume you will understand me. it is just as likely that as i invent what i want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. some story we must have. stray words on crumpled paper. a weak signal into the outer space of each other.

the probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. the lure of it is immense. we send starships. we fall in love.”- gut symmetries ~ jeanette winterson

thank you, achtung baby, for posting this awe-inspiring quote.