The Yellow Book

Eternity constantly reinvents itself. This book can only imitate such a miracle.

Long before The Blue Book existed, The Yellow Book began. Time—the subject of Chapter Seventeen—moves through these infinite shelves in surprising ways. Playing with this can be delightful, when the play pulls one towards truth and patience.

This is a book about joy. It follows in a long and storied tradition of odes to joy. It will not send you searching through the Library of Babel for each poem, for joy is right here. Right now.

Chapter One - The Garden

"All the crafts of subtlety, all the effort, all the loneliness and death, the thin and blazing threads of reason, the spill of blessing, the passion behind these silences — all the invention turns to one end: the fertilizing of the moment, so that there may be more life." - Muriel Rukeyser

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