521027252_cffd1603f7_mEveryone has his alcohol.
To exist is alcohol enough for me.
Drunk from feeling,
I wander as I walk straight ahead.
When it’s time,
I show up at the office like everyone else.
When it’s not time,
I go to the river
to gaze at the river,
like everyone else.
I’m no different.
And behind all this,
O sky my sky,
I secretly constellate and have my infinity.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

I love that last line: “I secretly constellate and have my infinity.”

And this:

Don’t talk to me about the stars, about how cold and indifferent they are, about the unimaginable distances. There are millions of stars within us that are just as far, and people like me sometimes burn up a whole life trying to reach them.

— Ted Kooser, The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book


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