The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
― Emerson
i have to read this book so slowly. keith johnstone will write a paragraph and i feel like i could think about it for weeks. this little bit here about betty is one of my favorite things anyone has ever written