jueves, 11 de junio de 2015
That's why I can't say enough times,
whatever love you can get and give,
you can filch or provide,
every temporary measure of grace,
And don't kid yourself, it's by no means
all up to your own human ingenuity.
A bigger part of your existence is luck
than you'd like to admit.
Christ, you know the odds
of your father's one sperm
from the billions,
finding the single egg that made you?
Don't think about it,
you'll have a panic attack.