"She wondered if you could love someone too much. If you could it wasn't fair. People didn't have a chance. Love was all you had in the end. It was like sleep, like clean water. When you fell off the world there was still love because love made the world. Thats what she believed. That's how it was"
- Tim Winton, The Riders

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"I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break; and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fullness."

-Emily Bronte; Wuthering Heights

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Human beings have an almost limitless capacity to delude themselves - a tenacious ability to deny the blindingly obvious, a heartbreakingly lovely talent for believing in something rather nicer than whatever is staring them, baldly, in the face. And what a great blessing that is. It's what makes us write poems. It what makes us sing songs and paint pictures and build cathedrals. It's the reason that Doric columns exist when a tree trunk would do the job just as well. It is a glorious, beautiful, agonising gift and it makes us human.
--The Good Mayor, Andrew Nicoll

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Jigsaw Sky - Kevin Gillam

a piece of jigsaw
sky doesnt fit, but I've pushed
it in, pretended.

rain comes through this bit. "fully
interlocking" on
the box, but boxes tell fibs

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