Monday, 5 May 2014

Darren Braden



Filled only with things known, the present is impoverished. My mother liked to call it "the seat of anxiety." Yet it's the present that affords us happiness, that affords us comfort, that cares for us in its limits, all the while teasing, tricking, and luring us with the divine image of the unlimited. 
–The Very Hungry Caterpillar

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