“This human need for mysticism – surrender to an unknown truth, union – stands at the helm of all romantic feeling. It is, in essence, the same intimacy known in a mother’s arms; in those who are deprived of the experience, the need freezes and, distorted, it can rent a life. All addiction has as its foundation skewed yearning for the same transcendence. For me, the spell of the material was broken by my brother’s death; after his suicide, all I wanted was the renewal of my connection to the intangible.” NeedsHumansFeelingsWantedMotherKnownBrotherMaterialsBrokenArmsConnectionsEssenceFoundationSuicideUnionsAddictionSurrenderIntimacyMy BrotherMysticismSpellsYearningRenewalDeprivedTranscendenceFreezeIntangibleHuman NeedsHelmRomantic Feelings Author:Antonella Gambotto-Burke
“Death is the twin of love and mother of us all, she struggles equally for men and women and never accepts differences of caste or class. It's death that quickens us and brings us forth on sheets of love, clasped between sleep and wakefulness and barely breathing for a spell, and thus my death shall be like everybody else's death, as majestic and as pathetic as a king or a beggar's, neither more nor less.” MenDeathMotherDifferencesSleepAcceptingClassStruggleKingsMen And WomenBreathingSpellsTwinsSheetsPatheticBeggarMajesticCastes Book:Sweet Diamond Dust: And Other Stories Source: Sweet Diamond Dust: And Other Stories