“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Something like a Eulogy

Sam's mom is collecting them for the memorial service next week:

Sam had a way of existing that was kind and helpful on a directly physical level. Many of the things that I learned from him were nonverbal, even when they included words. Sam had an ability not to be caught in the reactions of others. To walk with him through a crowd in Kathmandu, for instance, was to cut a steady and definite swathe through the buttery substance of that crowd. His body seemed to smile. 

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