“I think I fell in love with her…”

Kroyer, Severin - Les Roses

Kroyer, Severin – Les Roses

“I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End

“…then you are a writer”

book of magical images growing

“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.” ― Ernest Hemingway

“secret world inside…”

Fantasy Your Imaginary World - by Trygothic

Fantasy Your Imaginary World – by Trygothic

“Everybody has a secret world inside of them.
I mean everybody.
All of the people in the whole world,
I mean everybody —
no matter how dull
and boring they are
on the outside.
Inside them
they’ve all got
unimaginable,
magnificent,
wonderful,
stupid,
amazing worlds…
Not just one world.
Hundreds of them.
Thousands, maybe.”

― Neil Gaiman,
The Sandman, Vol. 5: A Game of You

“I believe…” Neil Gaiman

art of the imagination - josephine wall

Art of the Imagination – Josephine Wall

I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle…and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Universal Illumination”

REMEMBERING

The first words measured the time
The last words came with the rhyme
In between the words passing quickly
Circled the words of love
Fearing to be spoken
Scared they will be understood

No walking but forward
Further into your life
Walls faltering
Threatening to crash in
Just keep pushing toward the Light

The Light that brightens the Sun
Not the voice calling out
Notifying the end is done
Hold in your thoughts instead remembering
Near is as far as you want it to Be

© jk – just now 2015

#11 universal kaleidoscope (c) jkm 2015

#11 universal kaleidoscope (c) jkm 2015

“The Story just goes on…”

book open rising white energy storytelling

“There are no happy endings…
There are no endings,
happy or otherwise.
We all have our own stories
which are just part of the one Story
that binds both this world and Faerie.
Sometimes we step into each others stories
– perhaps just for a few minutes,
perhaps for years –
and then we step out of them again.
But all the while,
the Story just goes on.”

― Charles de Lint, Dreams Underfoot