It is what one does with his attention that defines him, and because art is the best ordering we have of human attention, there can be no truly meaningful life without the dimension of art.
Even if I come back, even if I die, is there some idea to replace my life?
He suddenly recalled the famous myth from Plato’s Symposium: people were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
We could stay up forever…no one sleeps
Until my voice finds your ears
The life expectancy of a cloud is supposed to be only twelve hours