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I bubbelieve that we the people are just like bubbles. We are all different shapes, colours and sizes, just like bubbles and some of us last longer than others, just like bubbles... and though our surface tensions may vary, we all come from the same Source, just like bubbles. All bubbles come from joy. All people come from Love, because only Love exists. When we don't know we come from Love, we fall in Love. When we realize we come from Love, we rise in Love... just like bubbles. .

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Bob Gluck, Narrativity Issue 2
Liked it Aug 12, 2006 7:39am 2 reviews •http://www.sfsu.edu/~poetry/narrativi...
From The Madness of the Day
Maurice Blanchot
trans. Lydia Davis

I am not learned; I am not ignorant. I have known joys. That is saying too little: I am alive, and this life gives me the greatest pleasure. And what about death? When I die (perhaps any minute now), I will feel immense pleasure. I am not talking about the foretaste of death, which is stale and often disagreeable. Suffering dulls the senses. But this is the remarkable truth, and I am sure of it: I experience boundless pleasure in living, and I will take boundless satisfaction in dying.

I have wandered: I have gone from place to place. I have stayed in one place, lived in a single room. I have been poor, then richer, then poorer than many people. As a child I had great passions, and everything I wanted was given to me. My childhood has disappeared, my youth his behind me. It doesn't matter. I am happy about what has been. I am pleased by what is, and what is to come suits me well enough.

Is my life better than other peoples lives? Perhaps. I have a roof over my head and many do not. I do not have leprosy, I am not blind, I see the world--what extraordinary happiness! I see this day, and outside it there is nothing. Who could take that away from me? And when this day fades, I will fade along with it--a thought, a certainty, that enraptures me.

I have loved people. I have lost them. I went mad when that blow struck me, because it is hell. But there was no witness to my madness, my frenzy was not evident: only my innermost being was mad. Sometimes I became enraged. People would say to me, Why are you so calm? But I was scorched from head to foot; at night I would run through the streets and howl; during the day I would work calmly.

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