“Destruction and violence! How is the ordinary man to know that the most violent element in society is ignorance; that its power of destruction is the very thing that Anarchism is combating? Nor is he aware that Anarchism, whose roots, at it were, are apart of nature’s forces, destroys, not healthful tissue, but parasitic growths that feed on the life’s essence of society. It is merely clearing the soil from weeds and sagebrush, that it may eventually bear healthy fruit.”—Emma Goldman, Anarchism and Other Essays
There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the market-place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.
The breeze was playing with her hair. We were sitting side by side in the grass, our backs leaning against the remains of the thousand year old stone wall. Down below us the waves were restlessly breaking onto the rocks, and in the distance the beaches of the sound shone in the sun.
I turned my head to look at her.
-Hey, I need to tell you something. You are the most beautiful girl I know. You’re one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and I think about you all the time… I make myself crazy thinking about you.
She said something, then I said something, but all I really remember is that we kissed. It was the best kiss of my life. It was the best anything of my life. I felt like I was falling through the earth at a thousand miles per hour. When our lips stopped touching I couldn’t help but smile, and she smiled too. We both leaned back against the wall and gazed out at the sea. I put my hand in hers and she rested her head on my shoulder. I wish we could have stayed like that forever.
I remember she tasted like strawberries and the sea.