The Leaping Thought: For my child

From David Rakoff's Essay - Hidden People

It isn't pleasant to have my bluff as thoroughly called. My idle claim of being a translucent-skinned neurasthenic who cares nothing for sunlight is incontrovertibly shattered after a mere ten minutes of ambling through the duty-free shop at Keflavík airport in Iceland at ten in the morning. The November sky outside is still as dark as four a.m., precisely the time it would be for me if I were still back in New York. But I am not back in New York and should, by all rights, be enjoying that cognitive dissonance that is the happy dividend of transatlantic air travel: the European day, brightly risen and well under way six hours before its time. I find myself existentially, spirit-robbingly sad as I look over the shelves of vacuum-packed salmon, tinned smoked puffin, lumpfish caviar, and licorice, waiting for a ride in Reykjavík. By the time I have been in Iceland for an hour I am a walking Edvard Munch lithograph. All is blackness in my heart as well as outside the windows of the bus during the hour-long trip into town. The vehicle fishtails wildly, buffeted by inhospitable winds. When I get back to New York, I think to myself, I shall never again denigrate the light. I will start a letter-writing campaign to institute National Photosynthesis Day. I will join a tanning salon.

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

e.e. cummings (1894-1962) American poet, painter, essayist author and playwright.
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To kiss a forehead is to erase worry

To kiss a forehead is to erase worry.
I kiss your forehead.

To kiss the eyes is to lift sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.

To kiss the lips is to drink water.
I kiss your lips.

To kiss a forehead is to erase memory.
I kiss your forehead.

Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941) Russian poet and writer.
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"You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help."
Bill Watterson.

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"I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it."
Mae West

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Some quotes by Terry Pratchett

"It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living."

"They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it's not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance."

"It's not worth doing something unless you were doing something that someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren't doing."

"Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages."

"In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this."

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23.8.08

These things I will miss

The silky, silky softness of the palm of your hand and the sweetness of having you place it against my cheek when you want my attention in earnest.

The little hollow in the back of your neck that for some reason always smells uniquely of you and milk.

The giving plumpness of your still baby cheek. I wouldn't stop kissing it ever if things did not have to get done.

The way you say "I duv you mami" because I duv you the same way back my janum san. With everything, I love you. With all that and more. Were I stripped away of all that can be taken, that love would still remain, unaltered, always there, only for you.