Friday, 26. October 2007
On Being Offered Tea, In Thought, He Says
"When one has lived a long time afar
from the love of others, as in
this universe of dying stars in which
no light travels between bodies,
and the constant vacuum of self seals in,
more or less, the instinct for giving,
small acts of kindness by near strangers
are as wounding as rain in a desert."
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