Sulking pays homage to a beautiful, dangerous ideal that can be traced back to our earliest childhoods: the promise of wordless understanding. In the womb, we never had to explain. Our every requirement was catered to. The right sort of comfort simply happened
There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish and mean and the other is an outpouring of everything good in you
Most of our experience is that of being a witness. We see and hear and smell other things. Being alive is responding.
We should not, perhaps, underestimate our wish to lose our balance, even though it’s often easier to get up than to fall over. Indeed, the sign that something does matter to us is that we lose our steadiness
