“What is ready to die here?” may seem harsh, but it opens the gate to the intimately related question “What is ready to be born?”*
David Rome

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.**
Maya Angelou

Hugh Macleod’s doodle carries the text:
I’m not asking for much,
I just need it to be 1992 again.

That would make me 33 again,
and whilst I can see the appeal of that,
The ensuing years have left me with
so many things that are wanting to
begin, so I will
let go and let come.

*David Rome’s Your Body Knows the Answer;
**Seth Godin’s The Carbon Almanac.