leaden circles dissolved in the air

“…she had possessed a kind of nobility, a kind of purity, simply because the standards that she obeyed were private ones. Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from outside. It would not have occurred to her that an action which is ineffectual thereby becomes meaningless. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.”


- 1984, George Orwell

this excerpt from George Orwell's 1984 shall be my epitaph. i was reminded of its permanence tonight when i passed it on to an old friend from my Soup Spoon days. she'd recently lost her life partner to an accident. it is one of those times where everything that comes out of your mouth seems trite and impossibly inadequate.. 

the best i could do, was to give her the gift of dearly loved words. 

this excerpt has always rang true to me; a singular note of the soul blossoming upon the striking of a lonesome bell. i hope it will sound for her as well.