Sep 22, 2015 at 06:31 PM
My late husband.. so many things. The way he never took a shot at me when I was down, but was always there to help however he could. How willingly he shared his knowledge with me, patiently teaching me all he knew and being only proud if I happened to surpass him in anything. The way he took me at my word, respected me unfailingly. The way he cried tears of joy on our wedding day. The tenderness with which he always approached me. The way he remained my greatest friend long after we became partners. The way he's forever raised the bar for my expectations, even though it's made it pretty impossible for me to be able to move on. What a jerk! 
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“We use our minds not to discover facts but to hide them. One of things the screen hides most effectively is the body, our own body, by which I mean, the ins and outs of it, its interiors. Like a veil thrown over the skin to secure its modesty, the screen partially removes from the mind the inner states of the body, those that constitute the flow of life as it wanders in the journey of each day.”
— Antonio R. Damasio, “The Feeling of What Happens: Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness” (p.28)
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