But is it love, or just something we don’t have a word for?
The next one stopped me cold: “The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.” WILLIAM JAMES
I don’t know what superpower William James enjoyed, but I can no more choose my thoughts than choose my name.
The way he talked about thoughts was the way I experienced them—not as a choice but as a destiny.
Not a catalog of my consciousness, but a refutation of it.
When I was little, I used to tell Mom about my invasives, and she would always say,
“Just don’t think about that stuff, Aza.” But Davis got it. You can’t choose. That’s the problem.
The other interesting thing about Davis’s online presence was that everything ceased the day his father went missing.
He’d posted on the blog almost every day for more than two years, and then on the afternoon after his dad disappeared,
he wrote: “Sleep tight, ya morons.” J. D. SALINGER
I think this is good-bye, my friends, although, then again: No one ever says good-bye unless they want to see you again.
It made sense. People had probably started snooping around—I mean, if I could find his secret blog, I imagine the cops could, too.
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