Words

But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of – that a certain type of perfection can only be realised through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. And personally, I find that encouraging.

That’s fine. Look–what I’m getting at is no matter who or what you’re dealing with, people build up meaning between themselves and the things around them. The important thing is whether this comes about naturally or not. Being bright has nothing to do with it. What matters is that you see things with your own eyes.

“Do you think Miss Saeki knew what all the lyrics mean?” Ashima looks up, listening to the thunder as if calculating how far away it is. He turns to me and shakes his head. “Not necessarily. Symbolism and meaning are two separate things. I think she found the right words by bypassing procedures like meaning and logic. She captured words in a dream, like delicately catching hold of a butterfly’s wings as it flutters around. Artists are those who can evade the verbose.”

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

I would call your demons inside
soak them in chamomile
for your love

See how my harboured might is blowing away
He breaks my fall as dawning of daybreak
Welts with a mobius streak boundless and righteous for our
Magnolia seed surely thrive in the dark

Origami birds flock from my heart
Burst out in colour to wherever you are

Ancient sidekick tandem war elephant
Rest in my skin fit this Try angels

If I am not for myself, who will be for me? But if I am only for myself, who am I?

You have to find a way to be yourself before you share yourself

…the widespread practice of fragmentary, impersonal communication has demeaned interpersonal interaction.

A new generation has come of age with a reduced expectation of what a person can be, and of who each person might become.