The ultimate anthem of resistance to the assaults on life. …
“Our foot’s in the door.” …
“Nowhere is the joy of existence so apparent as in music… Intelligent life-forms have created a multitude of sounds that express their exhilaration at being alive.” …
“The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait.” …
“Pleasure and pain, wonder, love, adoration, hatred and terror: how do these thing grow from a chemical reaction?” …
“You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much to happen…” …
An eighteen-year-old prodigy’s song of praise for the eternal consolation of trees. …
A song of praise for that place in us housing “the past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.” …
“Out of the cradle onto the dry land… here it is standing… atoms with consciousness… matter with curiosity… I… a universe of atoms… an atom in the universe.” …
“If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” …
“Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.” …
A song of praise for life and “the smallest possible once before once.” …
“For this we go out dark nights, searching… for signs of unseen things… Let there be swarms of them, enough for immortality, always a star where we can warm ourselves.” …
“Mingle the starlight with your lives, and you won’t be fretted by trifles.” …
“…so brutal and alive it seemed to comprehend us back.” …
How flowers gave rise to life on Earth and made possible the human consciousness that came to see a world “thronged only with Music.” …
“Not because happiness exists, that over-hasty profit from imminent loss, not out of curiosity, or to practice the heart… But because being here is much, and because all that’s here seems to need us.” …
A song of praise for “all souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different… all nations, colors… all identities that have existed or may exist… all lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future.” …
…with a funny and poignant meditation on the personal gravity of gratitude and why being grateful is “one of the most powerful things that any one person can do.” …
“Children in wonder watching the stars, is the aim and the end.” …
Consolation for the waves of sorry from the waves of the sea. …
A rhapsody of wonder between the scale of atoms and the scale of minds. …
In praise of practicing the inevitable through the improbable, the mundane moments when we are “as delicate as we can be in this life.” …
A poetic instrument for observing and redrawing the spectrum of privilege and possibility. …