The sky in Hudson is deep blue out the window from the desk I built in my new apartment. I can see the river and the mountains and the cars parked outside the oldest train station in the country. The train itself, clearing her oiled and earnest throat on the hour. There is this delicious sense of space. I feel calm and, in a way I'm not sure I've felt before, I feel accompanied.

the eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray


what the monk said, regarding the center of things, how you're always at it.