Put yourself into the position of a dog. A dog is responsive, shows intuition, looks at us with eyes behind which there is intelligence of a sort, and yet a dog must not understand most of the things it sees people doing. It must have no idea how they invented, say, the internal-combustion engine. So maybe what we need to do is imagine that we’re dogs and that there are realms that go beyond our understanding.
The mystery of being is a permanent mystery, at least given the present state of the human brain.” —John Updike on the universe and why there is something rather than nothing (via explore-blog)
We just met last week but I feel like we’ve been friends for so long. Is this possible? So many big, wonderful, mysterious things happen every minute on this planet so I’m thinking it just might be. If nothing else I hope I at least keep your friendship, because there is something special about this.
I remember my mother telling me that, when she was a little girl in Catholic school, the nuns used to hit her left hand every time she wrote with it. Nowadays, if a teacher did that, she’d probably be arrested for child abuse. The optimist in me wants to believe sexuality will eventually become like handwriting: there’s no right or wrong way to do it. We’re all just wired differently.
It’s also worth noting that, when you first meet someone, you never bother to ask if he’s right - or left-handed.
After all: does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen?” —Jodi Picoult “Sing You Home” (via tastyfuck)
I’ve just met someone who makes me want to be happy. He makes me feel calm, comfortable, relaxed, but also excited and ambitious. Worry-free. 100% myself every moment. And his apartment is the cleanest place I’ve ever seen! I have a feeling I will be writing about this person again in the near future.