A reworking of Psalm 130, to learn by ♥️

My life is one single day. And that’s how the past for me is present and future. All in a single dizziness. And the sweetness is such that it causes an unbearable itch in the soul. Living is magical and wholly inexplicable. I understand death better. Being everyday is an addiction. What am I? I’m a thought. Do I have the breath within me? do I? but who does? who speaks for me? do I have a body and a spirit? am I an I? “That’s exactly right, you are an I,” the world answers me terribly. And I am horrified. God must never be thought because either He flees or I do. God must be ignored and felt. Then He acts. I wonder: why does God demand our love? possible answer: so that we might love ourselves and in loving ourselves, forgive ourselves. And how we need forgiveness. Because life itself already comes muddled with error. (A Breath of Life)

The stinger of the bee in the flowering day that is today. Thank God, I have enough to eat. Our daily bread. (A Breath of Life)

From Kate Folk short story Out There: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/03/23/out-there

Happy Valentines! Kate Folk - Out There https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/03/23/out-there

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From Immortality

Or rather: the fallacy of this statement…

They are now not prey but predators, and they too shout, “You are mine, mine, mine!” (From Savage Theories)

Only one thing could wrench her out of it: concrete love towards a concrete person. (from Immortality)