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Heaven and Hurricanes

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“It's the roaring that makes you hear the stillness in your head louder. I imagine that when I die it's gonna be like that. There's gonna come a big, white sound, like spring rapids or avalanche, and it's gonna sweep me up into it, but it ain't gonna carry me away, no. No, it's gonna make me a part of it. In that moment, when I'm dying for good, I'm gonna be that white water. I'm gonna be that avalanche. Yes, I will. I know how it's going to be. Those last few moments I'm alive, I'm gonna dive down deep into that roaring and I'm gonna swim through until I find the stillness at the raging heart of it.”

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Book:The Great Glorious Goddamn of It All
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“It was clear the USA government had mishandled the COVID-19 pandemic. President Trump had spent weeks misinforming the USA masses about the seriousness of the global pandemic and the government and hospitals had not procured enough supplies to handle COVID-19. Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) was running out and was being rationed by hospital managers. The result was doctors and nurses became infected in large numbers and some were dying.”

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“Whitman, you once told me, is democracy on the page, messy and imperfect as we are in real life, which gave you hope that we would one day make real life true democracy, ripe blossom, pollen dusting every moment and person, each scampering mote of light. This is why as you lay dying, I read “I Hear America Singing” and knew you heard every word and could feel my hand on yours though you were already moving toward other miracles than this life. A sunflower followed your motion and a yellow dog stood guard. You, who lived the notion that the sun belongs to each and every one, beggars, dreamers, kings, all. You who believed banks could have hearts, for god’s sake! You have left it to us, messy and imperfect as we are and will be, to keep to the work side by side and as long as it takes, all the while singing of miracles just as Whitman and you taught us to do.”

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“But, Julius, I don't know what you do in Africa, but I must say, I'm ready to fo into the forest. I am ready to go in. It is time for me to enter the forest and lie down, and let the lions come for me. I've done enough, I think, I've had a good life, and I'm in such terrible pain just now. Who might say ninety years is not enough? It is time. I say down next to him and held his small, cold hand in mine. He was tired, and I left him, so that he could rest. I told him I would return soon.”

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Book:Open City
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