Friday, 5 November 2010

on the shore of vastness

I was loosed on the shore of vastness. There was no continental shelf. I lived on the beach. The brink of the infinite there was too like writing’s solitude. Each sentence hung over an abyssal ocean or sky which held all possibilities – as well as the possibility of nothing. The twilight lingered till dawn. The wide days split life open like an ax.

Annie Dillard

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