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Everyday is sunny, literally speaking. Some days are cloudy and the sun may be obscured or even seemingly absent, but it’s still sunny. It’s sunny and also cloudy. So when it’s cloudy you can say, “today is also cloudy,” because at the same time it’s sunny. And on cloudless days you can say, “today is not cloudy,” and it should be understood what you’re saying without being pedantically obvious is, “it’s sunny.”

When you fly on an airplane this is really obvious because you fly above the clouds, where only the sun is. Looking down on clouds is like looking up at waves from the seafloor. It’s a seemingly magical realignment of topography, as if you flipped over a photograph of a friend to see the back of his head and there, just over his shoulder, yourself taking the picture.

Emily & Jacob

pic: Vista House (center right) overlooking the Gorge. Click to embiggen.

“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”

-Jonathan Safran Foer

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“Anyone can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you and I add the battles of those two awful eternities, yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down. It is not the experience of today that drives us mad. It is the remorse or bitternes for something that happened yesterday or the dread of what tomorrow may bring. Let us therefore do our best to live but one day at a time.”
-Richard Walker


The great source of both the misery and disorders of human life, seems to arise from over-rating the difference between one permanent situation and another.  Some of those situations may, no doubt, deserve to be preferred to others, but none of them can deserve to be pursued with that passionate ardour which drives us to violate the rules of either prudence or of justice, or to corrupt the future tranquility of our minds, either by shame from remembrance of our own folly, or by remorse from the horror of our own injustice.

The Theory of Moral Sentiments, Adam Smith