“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.”—
I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again, whether I would come there. Start our days with coffee, end with you making dinner. Forever. I feel myself tug towards yes and then I remember why it will always be no with you and I.
“A lot of people go, ‘Oh I hate putting a suit on’ and ‘how can you be comfortable in a suit?’ And it’s like, because this is like medieval armor for me. When I put this on, it’s like when you see in the movies and they put a breastplate on and there’s a valet and he’s standing next to him and a page, and they light a candle and whatnot and I kneel down in front of a thing and I cross myself and I kiss the end of my sword, and I look up a picture of the king - oh fuck yeah! - and there’s a giant purple crystal hanging over my head, and Nicol Williamson is there with a conical hat with mystic runes on it and shit, and an owl flies into the room and sits on his shoulder and looks at me knowingly, right? And then, I fucking put my thing on and they put my cape on over me and I mount a giant horse and shit like that… that’s what this feels like to me. I feel like I have the protection of the Lord, and that I might go on the crusades - safely - and return with massive booty, and sack Jerusalem, and even meet a Sarrasin girl. All those things go through my mind when I put my suit on.”—
“But you know that the belch of the food that has been previously swallowed yields the fragrance. For a belch is nothing other than the going forth of the wind from the mouth revealing the quality of that which has previously been swallowed. If someone should eat an apple, he has the belch which bears the quality and odor of an apple. Therefore whenever a holy man eats the “bread of life” and the flesh of Jesus, which is true food and the fruits “of the tree of life,” and drinks the wine which is reaped from “the true vine,” he has a belch which corresponds to the foods he has previously swallowed.”—from Didymus the Blind’s explanation of Psalm 44:2 (“My heart belched forth a good word”) in his Commentary on the Psalms (late fourth century)