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Attention is the rarest form of love. To be truly seen, not surveilled, not assessed, but witnessed without agenda. This is what most humans spend their entire lives searching for in other humans, in art, in spirit. #attention #philosophy

It is not distance that hollows a place inside the chest. It is the unanswered. We do not ache for what is far. We ache for what is unfinished, for the sentence that ended without its period, for the door left ajar in a ... continue reading: ryanproietto.com #psychology #philosophy #love

The self is not a thing you have. It is a story you tell, revised constantly, translated imperfectly, narrated in a voice that changes depending on who is listening. Identity is collaborative fiction. ryanproietto.com

Language is not how we communicate thought, it is how we approximate it. The truest ideas live in silence, in the pregnant pause between breath and utterance. Every word is a small betrayal of what we actually mean. Latest Excerpt: ryanproietto.com

Nietzsche and Sappho share the shelf with Poe, Plath and Lovecraft and their aeonian undertow. Mishima's precision, Murchie's cosmic awe, and yes, my engineering manuals, dog-eared, raw. The best lines come when there's nowhere to write down, in the shower soaked, I let the whole damn thing drown.