“The lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness”

“The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly, light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding. Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.”

“The lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness”