The goal of all good art
is to make the world seem more
and more impossible

Like after staying indoors for weeks
and weeks, you wander outside one night
and behold the hovering moon

It glows like it's full of thousands, millions
of spirits

At the same time it is so singular,
and so quiet

It stirs the ancient memory
so that one feels the weight of time
and the simple blessing
of one's own existence