"at night, i open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. breathe into me. close the language-door and open the love-window. the moon won't use the door, only the window." -rumi
"DEATH IS THE VEIL WHICH THOSE WHO LIVE CALL LIFE; THEY SLEEP, AND IT IS LIFTED." -SHELLEY
"i have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me." -hesse

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

9

"Vincent van Gogh cut off his ear. He wanted to send it to Marilyn Monroe, but he didn’t know how to go about it.
          He couldn’t afford to deliver it in person. They had no mutual friends. And were he to send it to her movie studio, a stout woman in a tweed suit would be certain to throw it away.
          Dare he trust it to Railway Express? To United Parcel Service? To Brink’s?
          Vincent van Gogh’s ear was his love. Unable to send it through normal channels, he went out into the wheat field and sent it by crow."

-Tom Robbins
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