And this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
Neutral Milk Hotel
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
Let us be kinder to one another.
Aldous Huxley’s last words