The Finnish poet Pentti Saarikoski wrote in his diary: "I don’t experience my life as a road, a journey from the cradle to the grave, but as an object, a vessel that gradually fills up and, when full, falls apart."
I think it’s good to stay off the road.
It’s good to think of your body as an urn.
Climbing the stairs I imagine I’m carrying water.
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In disability circles there’s a lot of talk about “gain” as in, being crippled one has advantages where critical thinking is concerned. I like this idea, but not as much as I like the urn. I’m just filling up. It doesn’t matter what I think about this. And it certainly doesn’t matter what road I imagine for myself.
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“Look at that man! He’s one heavy urn!”
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An urn walks into a bar. The bartender says “what’ll you have?” Urn says:
Planet of the Blind 
Hi, Stephen!
Thank you for a new way of looking at life. I never thought of it as filling up a vessel, and that really forces you to think of what you’re filling it up with.
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