What I mean to say is that the search for meaning is the beautiful thing, because we cast our eyes inward and we cast them outward, and we find lovely things in both places, in the glowing heart and the lifted sky and everything. We get pummeled but our eyes keep moving. When we are very lucky our eyes settle on the best thing, and the beauty moves in and out of our vision, and we never have to look away, not once.
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"undun is the story of this kid who becomes criminal, but he wasn't born criminal. He's not the nouveau exotic primitive bug-eyed gunrunner... he's actually thoughtful and is neither victim nor hero. Just some kid who begins to order his world in a way that makes the most sense to him at a given moment. At the end of the day... isn't that what we all do?" -- The Roots
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her mouth makes a wide O and thunder rumbles out, shakes even her teeth and pulls them up by their roots. she climbs the clouds and gathers molecules and hurls them into walls. you feel them tremble in your sleep but don't wake. instead you dream of coral snakes.
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