Prompt: Humans Can Actually Breathe Fire But No One Knows As The Art Was Lost Long Ago And Is Only Known

“Suddenly I needed my heart in a hurry. I offered it to you, cold and dripping, incompletely thawed. You didn’t even wash its blood from your fingertips. As it numbed them, you asked me to kiss your hands.”

— Carolyn Kizer, excerpt of “What the Bones Know” in Cool, Calm and Collected

Untitled (the Birth) Artist: Kusum Ketkar. Painted in 1937. Watercolor on paper. Signed and dated ‘kusum ketkar / 1937’ lower right. 20 ⅝ x 13 ⅜ in. (52.4 x 34.1 cm.) (via Sotheby’s)

“There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.”

— Gayle Forman, Just One Year

After I am finish this treatise I will definitely have to go over all that I have ever posted again, so that I can delete things that aren't aligned with my present understandings.

“Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.”

— Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes

“Some writers research in order to write. I write in order to research topics that interest me.”

— Chuck Palahniuk

“At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.”

— Toni Morrison, Tar Baby

“The bravest thing you can ever do, is to stay kind and soft even when the world has been cruel to you.”

— Nikita Gill

“We lived harder. Knew better. But we laughed anyway. Laughed because there was nothing else to do but give up.”

— Michelle Hodkin

“I do not wish to convert people from one organized religion to another; I have no interest in any of these organized religions. My interest is in Dhamma - the truth, the teachings of all Enlightened Ones. If at all there is any conversion, it should be from misery to happiness, from defilement to purity, from bondage to liberation, from ignorance to Enlightenment.”

— S. N. Goenka