we try to relax in the places of ghosts; we superimpose, we lean back

kissing the back of your neck, once, slowly

whispering to you in church, my breath warming your ear, my knee leaning into your leg
it was ash wednesday; I stood in front of you in that line, waiting for the priest to draw the cross on my forehead (I think he hesitated before marking me -- did he know? -that I had no intention of purging my sins, that I would sin again that same night with you, that our crosses would be smeared off by the end of the night in sweat?)

I could tell you were bothered when the lady in the chinese take out thought you were my father, but I was secretly aroused. we pretended it didn't happen, never mentioned it. you were quiet in the car.

I still feel you sometimes before I fall asleep- a tenderness in the belly, a pressure behind the ribs (means you're close)

a phantom expectation that your car will pull up when I look out the front window; standing on my porch for hours in the moonlight, straining to listen, projecting my spirit, still tethered to this rift

does she draw your baths now? does she trace your shoulders lovingly with the washcloth? do you pull her into the tub with you? does she hold your hand tight when she comes?

No amount of bad Bill Paxton movies can make up for the loss of Bill Henrickson, most righteous dream husband.

Six in the fifth place means:
Persistently ill, and still does not die.

Here enthusiasm is obstructed. A man is under constant pressure, which prevents him from breathing freely. However, this pressure has its advantage – it prevents him from consuming his powers in empty enthusiasm. Thus constant pressure can actually serve to keep one alive.

the trigram above – TUI – the Joyous, Lake
the trigram below – K’AN – the Abysmal, Water

The lake is above, water below; the lake is empty, dried up (literally "exhausted"). Exhaustion is expressed in yet another way: at the top, a dark line is holding down two light lines; below, a light line is hemmed in between two dark ones. the upper trigram belongs to the principle of darkness, the lower to the principle of light. Thus everywhere superior men are oppressed and held in restraint by inferior men.

Six at the beginning means:
One sits oppressed under a bare tree
And strays into a gloomy valley.
for three years one sees nothing.

When adversity befalls a man, it is important above all things for him to be strong and to overcome the trouble inwardly. If he is weak, the trouble overwhelms him. Instead of proceeding on his way, he remains sitting under a bare tree and falls even more deeply into gloom and melancholy. This makes the situation only more and more hopeless. Such an attitude comes from an inner delusion that he must by all means overcome.

Six in the third place means:
A man permits himself to be oppressed by stone,
And leans on thorns and thistles.
He enters his house and does not see his wife.
Misfortune.

This shows a man who is restless and indecisive in times of adversity. At first he wants to push ahead, then he encounters obstructions that, it is true, mean oppression only when recklessly dealt with. He butts his head against a wall and in consequence feels himself oppressed by the wall. Then he leans on things that have in themselves no stability and that are merely a hazard for him who leans on them. Thereupon he turns back irresolutely and retires into his house, only to find, as a fresh disappointment, that his wife is not there. Confucius says about this line:

If a man permits himself to be oppressed by something that ought not to oppress him, his name will certainly be disgraced. If he leans on things upon which one cannot lean, his life will certainly be endangered. For him who is in disgrace and danger, the hour of death draws near; how can he then still see his wife?

"...Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as they swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.

Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds."

-Chief Seattle's [purported] speech of 1864

(http://www.halcyon.com/arborhts/ch…)

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really into this one