‘the universe holds a silent religion. From the core of oneself to the four corners of the infinite, a language is born which science speaks but does not understand. Its magic is restored within each secret of the world; when one stops talking and instead listens’
An annual ritual whereby unopened letters written to the dead are burnt on the anniversary of their deaths.
‘It is the infinite processes and the spaces between them that compose the sinewy of life’
‘love is the protection of another’s solitude’