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Beneath the face of anyone you ever loved for true -anyone you love, you will always love, love is not at the mercy of time and it does not recognize death, they are strangers to each other -beneath the face of the beloved, however ancient, ruined, and scarred, is the face of the baby your love once was, and will always be, for you. Love serves, then, if memory doesn’t, and passion, apart from its tense relation to agony, labors beneath the shadow of death. Passion is terrifying, it can rock you, change you, bring your head under, as when a wind rises from the bottom of the sea, and you’re out there in the craft of your mortality, alone.
James Baldwin: Just Above My Head
Sports:
Humans obsessing over something completely meaningless. If your whole weekend is ruined because “your team lost”, you’re pathetic. Seriously. Your hero is someone who has spent an enormous amount of time and effort mastering the pointless skill of throwing, catching, and running with a stiff bag of animal skin. And this skill earns the highest salary. What a sham.
