The Shadows

I'll be here waiting for you and for whoever else you love. That's what the other side is. It's just love.

There was no tracking the precise words, but there probably weren’t any. Sometimes language couldn’t go far enough. All you could do was scream.

If anyone ever wanted to sense the infinity of time and existence, all they had to do was look at the night sky and feel their precious dead staring back at them. It was the great duality of union and separation.

Traditional laws and cultural norms are flimsy mantles of power and influence. Democracy, however, when it is truly exercised, is a stone fortress that cannot be surmounted, blown asunder, or burrowed under.

We’re separated, but not lost or truly apart. Do not mourn me, my love. I have not died. . .

She is . . . the moon in my night sky. And that is the beginning, middle, and end of it. There is no more to be told than that, and never shall I speak of her again.

Courage doesn’t mean you aren’t scared.”

Memories were especially dear, when they were all you had left of a loved one to hold on to.