Object permanence is the understanding that objects continue to exist even when they cannot be observed—this understanding does not develop in the human brain until 18-24 months of age, which is why infants find the game “peekaboo” so entertaining. With every reappearance, a pleasant surprise. 

Sometimes, I fail to remember that people think of me even when I am not right in front of them. I am often surprised by the space I take up in the thoughts of others. That they allow me such a personal form of existence.

"Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it."
"Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it."

"Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it."

Who says this path is not the best for you? Others? - How do they know yourself better than you? How do they know what is in your best interest?

It is the worst feeling to wake up and mourn the loss of a dream.

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    What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where we used to talk? How shall I fill the final places? How shall I complete the wall?
Pink Floyd; The Wall

There is a symphony playing inside my chest and I do not need to be taught how to use the instruments; the instruments that I built with my own hands. The music is printed across the interior of my lungs and my heart beat serves as the metronome. It is time to breathe in the song I have written, without someone else conducting it for me. 

    I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up.
Henry Rollins; Black Flag
A letter a week project.
A letter a week project.

A letter a week project.

As I wrap tape around these broken fingers, I consider what I know of fighting: it is never about who lands the hardest hit, but whose wound is deepest and whose blood stains the longest. My blood washed off months ago, but I can still see yours from here.

"You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.”

-Aaron Freeman

Who says science cannot be comforting?

    Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.
My old, sleepy dachshund.
My old, sleepy dachshund.

My old, sleepy dachshund.