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I'm hanging off a ledge Fingers slipping, Knuckles locked in fear And I don't dare look below.
But the cliff isn't that high. In fact if I fell Barely a moment would pass And I'd feel the warm earth under my feet.
I know all this, Yet I can't let go.
Rational Anxious Heart Quiet
There is no chess match when multiple universes stretch and frown and squat to shit; when the existence of parallel realities in physics proves that tragedy and comedy, love and hate, life and death, were never really opposites; when language and being and knowing themselves are revealed to have been blinded by dumb binaries.
— Lidia Yuknavitch, Book of Joan
Run towards the darkness, sweet peas, and shine.
— Steve Almond, forward to Tiny beautiful things
Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place.
— Raymond Holt, Brooklyn Nine-Nine
All opposites, All dichotomies Are false, sans time.
Life over time becomes death, Love becomes loss, And perhaps also hate.
Tragedy to comedy. Light to darkness. Misery unto strength.
Everything can become nothing, Over time. Give it time.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
— Winston Churchill
Your heart can hold everything.
Including the world — its darkness and its light.
Including your story, including my story — including the story of all of us…
— Holly M. McGhee and Pascal Lemaître, Listen