Thought for the day

Charles Cowling

From Rebecca Solint’s A Fieldguide to Getting Lost:

All through childhood you grow toward life and then in adolescence, at the height of life, you begin to grow toward death. This fatality is felt as an enlargement to be welcomed and embraced, for the young in this culture encounter adulthood as a prison, and death reassures them there are exits. “I have been half in love with easeful death,” said Keats who died at twenty-six and so were we, though the death we were in love with was only an idea then.

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