I believe in trees. I believe in birds that live in trees. I believe that behind every one bird is a sky forever expanding. I believe all windows look out to the same sky. I believe in keeping secrets. I believe there is sincerity in lies. I believe when the lights go off the furniture keep to their places. I believe in faith. I believe that if you believe hard enough you will soon enough be saved. I believe in walls. That we need them. I believe in open spaces, that we need them more. I believe once in a while we crave loneliness. I believe we need sadness. I believe in the soft cave of the mouth, in what it has to say, savage and comforting. I believe in roads and streets, that they lead to ruins. I believe violence is a plea for mercy. I believe in the heart’s destructive implosions. I believe behind every painting or picture is a white canvass, complete in itself. I believe philosophy is difficult and silly; I prefer instead small delicate things like a knife. I believe Plato’s forms do not exist. I believe behind every space is just another space, and behind that just more space, and so on. I believe in clouds. I believe in the divinity of clouds. I believe mathematics is useless and noble. I believe in numbers. I believe that behind all distance is an admission of connectedness, that all space admits of openings. I believe that everything is open. I believe inside every mind is an open gun waiting to go off. I believe the mind is a gun. I believe behind every face is another face is another face. I believe some of us would like to be saints but cannot. I believe some women are virgins. I believe some women would like to be virgins. I believe in the inviolable and the insane. I believe in the quiet dignity of horses. I believe in the benefits of buying a house. I believe every house should be surrounded by trees. I believe in this century, that it is not yet over, that we are on the verge of yet another discovery I believe our many voices thin out into only one voice. I believe in the end, but only if it fuels the past to continue expanding. I believe in the layering of clothes, one on top of another, in the Victorian style. I believe in skirts and lingerie and long black hair and virtue. I believe in sin. I believe in the woman under the man and vice versa. I believe in the invisible hand, in the wind that lifts the bird and elevates the sky. I believe in love without proof. I believe in landscapes. I believe that behind all love is all love itself, pure and soft and intense. I believe in things so huge we forget what they’re about and why. I believe in things so small that it’s taken us all these years to realize we’ve seen nothing.
“There are certain things in life where you know it’s a mistake but you don’t really know it’s a mistake because the only way to know that it really is a mistake is to make that mistake and go, “Yup, that was a mistake”. So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake because then you’ll go about your whole life not knowing whether it was a mistake or not.”—Lily Aldrin (How I Met Your Mother)