Invisible but for its wake.

Sometimes the world just seems so disgusting, so deep and dark. I think if I see anymore Florida zombie headlines or even a glance of that surveillance video screen shot, with the naked limbs peeking out from under the overpass, I will curl up into myself and weep.

To that end, I am grateful today for the loveliness of the book I'm reading. This quote seemed apt:

Survival often depends on a specific focus: a relationship, a belief, or a hope balanced on the edge of possibility. Or something more ephemeral: the way the sun passes through the hard, seemingly impenetrable glass of a window and warms the blanket, or how the wind, invisible but for its wake, is so loud one can hear it through the insulated walls of the house.

And the author includes the following quote from Rainer Maria Rilke:

Try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now.