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A candle burns in your old room, before it goes out
I swear I will find you
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There’s nothing as beautiful as youth.
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Ladies and gentlemen, Keith Jarrett. Improvisational.
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Heroes help us admire and reaffirm the beauty of the human race. I am constantly reminded of the genuine sincerity that characterizes humanity.
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“Last night, my husband and I got the tragic news that our three-year-old grandson in Denver had been murdered by our daughter’s live-in boyfriend,” she wrote. “He is being taken off life support tonight at 9 o’clock and his parents have opted for organ donation, which will take place immediately. Over 25 people will receive his gift tonight and many lives will be saved.”
According to Nancy, he struggled to hold back tears as he pleaded with TSA and Southwest Airlines staff to fast-track him through the lines that were moving like molasses. Even though missing his flight could mean missing a final chance to see his grandson, no one seemed to care.
Too much was at stake to simply roll over and cry. When he finally cleared security—several minutes after his flight’s planned departure—he grabbed his computer bag, shoes and belt, and ran to his terminal wearing only his socks. The pilot and the gate agent were waiting for him.
“Are you Mark? We held the plane for you and we’re so sorry about the loss of your grandson,” the pilot reportedly said. “They can’t go anywhere without me and I wasn’t going anywhere without you. Now relax. We’ll get you there. And again, I’m so sorry.”
There’s an easy grace to the movements here, no frenzied sprints or anxious moves. There’s a sort of perfection, a sort of finesse that glosses the gestures and facial movements and voices of us all. We’re all trained in this art, all bound together by the mutual secret of how to execute such beautiful, transitory artistry.
Few are born with it, but many learn. This artistry disappears with mankind. How subtle, how unwavering, how utterly exquisite.
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“I had learned one thing from Kizuki’s death, and I believed that I had made it a part of myself in the form of a philosophy: “Death is not the opposite of life but an innate part of life.” By living our lives, we nurture death. True as this might be, it was only one of the truths we had to learn. What I learned from Naoko’s death was this: no truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it though the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.”
Haruki Murakami, Norweigan Wood
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