quote – סלומה

“A single acre of soil can contain 2,400 pounds of fungi,
1,500 pounds of bacteria, 900 pounds of earthworms, 890 pounds of
arthropods and algae, and 133 pounds of protozoa. The soil teems with
life, as does the dead body (inside its sausage casing of keratin, or
dead skin). Microscopic sorcery takes place when a body is placed just a
few feet deep in the soil. Here, trillions of bacteria living inside
you will liquefy your innards. When the built-up pressure breaks the
seal of skin an orgiastic reunion takes place, in which our bodies merge
with the earth.
We owe our very lives to the soil, and, as William Bryant Logan said,
“the bodies we give it back are not payment enough.” Though, presumably,
they are a start.”

— From Here to Eternity, by Caitlin Doughty

Go easy on yourself. Whatever you do today, let it be enough.

Unknown

Πάντα ῥεῖ καὶ οὐδὲν μένει

All is flux, and nothing abides.

— Heraclitus (c. 535-475 BC), quoted in Plato, Cratylus 402a, and Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, IX.8 (c. 3rd century BC)

I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.

Vincent Van Gogh (Letter from Vincent Van Gogh to Theo Van Gogh) The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh

“Severe separations in early life leave
emotional scars on the brain because they assault the essential human
connection: The [parent-child] bond which teaches us that we are
lovable. The [parent-child] bond which teaches us how to love. We cannot
be whole human beings- indeed, we may find it hard to be human- without
the sustenance of this first attachment.”

— Judith Viorst

People act according to the way they experience the world. If you can understand their experience, you can understand their behavior.

R.D. Laing, The Politics of Experience

Be careful Anaïs, abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.

Henry & June, 1990

What I remember most about emotional abuse is that it’s like being put in a box. How you end up in there is the biggest trick – I never managed to work that one out. Maybe you think it’s a treasure box at first: you’re in there because you’re special. Soon the box starts to shrink. Every time you touch the edges there is an “argument”. So you try to make yourself fit. You curl up, become smaller, quieter, remove the excessive, offensive parts of your personality – you begin to notice lots of these. You eliminate people and interests, change your behaviour. But still the box gets smaller. You think it’s your fault. The terrible, unforgivable too-muchness of you is to blame. You don’t realise that the box is shrinking, or who is making it smaller. You don’t yet understand that you will never, ever be tiny enough to fit, or silent enough to avoid a row

It’s time to make emotional abuse a crime, Lauren Laverne