“There's a gentle sigh which descends like billowing silk upon the soul that accepts its coming death. It's a gentle pocket of air in the turbulence of everyday life... the silk settles around you as if it has been drifting towards the earth forever and has finally found it's target. The flag of defeat has been mercifully dropped and, in this action, the loss is not so bad. Defeat itself is defeated by the embrace of defeat, and death is swallowed up in victory.” IfsHas BeensSoulActionEarthFoundLossAcceptingForeverAirVictoryEmbraceEverydayDefeatGentleSettlingPocketsTargetFlagsDefeatedEveryday LifeSighSilkDriftingTurbulence Book:The Gargoyle Source: The Gargoyle
“There was a brief moment of weightlesssness: a balancing point between air and earth, dirt and heaven. How strange, I thought, how like the moment between sleeping and falling when everything is beautifully surreal and nothing is corporeal. How like floating towards completion. But as often happens in that time between existing in the world and fading into dreams, this moment over the edge ended with the ruthless jerk back to awareness.” WorldMomentsDreamHappensEarthFallHeavenSleepAirAwarenessStrangeEdgesDirtFloatingSurrealRuthlessJerkCompletionFadingOver The EdgeBrief Moments Author:Andrew Davidson
