If only everyone could see it this way:




from Brainpickings:

To love every fiber of another’s being with every fiber of your own is a rare, beautiful, and thoroughly disorienting experience — one which the term in love feels too small to hold. Its fact becomes a gravitational center of your emotional universe so powerful that the curvature of language and reality bends beyond recognition, radiating Nietzsche’s lamentation that language is not the adequate expression of all realities. The consummate reality of such a love is the native poetry of existence, known not in language but by heart.

The uncontainable, unclassifiable beauty of such love is what French writer Thomas Scotto explores with great tenderness in Jerome by Heart (public library), translated by Claudia Bedrick and Karin Snelson, and illustrated by the ever-wonderful Olivier Tallec — the story of a little boy named Raphael and his boundless adoration for another little boy, Jerome, which unfolds in Scotto’s lovely words like a poem, like a song.

the rest is here:

https://www.brainpickings.org/2018/03/29/jerome-by-heart/

I saw this in a recent issue of Woman's Day magazine and I could not help but think of someone that I really look up to at work and how true it is, not only about her but anyone in our lives who makes us feel this way:

Even though we are not the friends I wish we were, she inspires me (and others) and I am not sure if she knows this or not. Unfortunately I could never tell her this without sounding weird or like a flake so I am saying it here, though I know it will go unseen by her.