I’d like to live a layer deeper down than I am now, at the place in consciousness where reason and vision are undifferentiated.
Love makes its own sense, its own reasons.
The soul is a form.
Information is formless.
Saturday. It's like 1.30 in the morning, I've been reading in front of the fire since 8pm; I played football today, had a dinner meeting and then I came home and took a nap. I woke up with the fire still going and decided I didn't want to go out tonight, skipped a party downtown.