"The universe was a place of wonders, and only habituation, the anaesthesia of the everyday, dulled our sight. She had read, a couple of days back, that as part of their natural processes of combustion, the stars in the skies crushed carbon into diamonds. The idea of the stars raining diamonds into the void: that sounded like a miracle, too. If that could happen, so could this. Babies fell out of zillionth-floor windows and bounced. There was a scene about that in François Truffaut's movie L'Argent du Poche...She focused her thoughts. "Sometimes," she decided to say, "wonderful things happen to me, too."”
salman rushdie
the satanic verses
so maybe not yet.
maybe today wasn't the day for the wonderful thing.
maybe the wonderful thing is waiting for me to hold up my end.
but one of these days, man
happiness is gonna hit me like a train.
and every morning?
getting out of the bed?
dotting the i's ---crossing the infinite t's?
dotting the i's ---crossing the infinite t's?
every day is training.
to make sure i'm ready to take all that annihilating joy
and let it crush all my fear.
that's what i think.
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