"How is it possible, after all, that someone should simply vanish? How can someone who lived, loved, and wrangled with God and himself just disappear? I don't know how and in what sense but they're here. Since time is an illusion, why shouldn't everything remain?"
— Issac Beshevis Singer, Shosha.
"But now I know in my heart what before I understood only in my head: We don't fall in love for reasons. This is the source of love's meaning and our obsession with it. In an age where every phenomenon is assumed to have an explanation, love keeps us human; love taps us into mystery, into that which we can't control or explain: love, and grief.
"I love better now, more wholly and completely, not because I have learned some exotic technique but because I know death."
— Fenton Johnson, Geography of the Heart.
Thank you, BooBoo, for the years and the unlimited love. I love you, Yogi.
One year ago this morning:
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