Word

I am absolute for you.

And we, spectators always, everywhere
Looking at , never out of, everything.
It fills us. We arrange it. It decays.
We re-arrange it, and decay ourselves.
---Rilke.

Anything can happen
Those overlooked regarded.
Ground gives. The Heaven's weight
Lifts up off Atlas.
Capstones shift, nothing resettles right.
---Seamus Heaney, District and Circle

The experience of the world teaches us to appreciate rather than depreciate.
---Leopardi
We give up the fixed ideal of perfection and the attempt to judge our lives by it. What people call the formation of personality or realism, seriousness, adulthood, is really nothing but a series of accommodations. May God preserve us from an un-idealistic realism and an unrealistic idealism...

When someone says something that distills the whole story down to a simple but elegant phrase, when they can say that it "all boils down to" in a poetic way then we say: he has caught the whole river in a small cup.
---Swami.

But "cup" wasn't the right word. What was it now. Tinker. Tonker? Something like that. I saw it in a film once.

We searched the rivers of our mind for that one word and the search was like giving the world back. It was if that one word would unlock memory and allow in a flood of associations. What was it now? Why is it that everyday words and things can illuminate so many patches of our lives as we stand motionless, at a slight angle to the universe?

Hopper: 'People in the Sun': On a boat, a raft, in the open, a desert but no less the city. We are surrounded by people as we are by our own loneliness. What is that word that will allow your past to flow to my present, that keeps the imagination alive like a dimly burning blue flame?