Max Porter[Grief] is everything. It is the fabric of selfhood, and beautifully chaotic. It shares mathematical characteristics with many natural forms.
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Grief is everything. It is the fabric of selfhood, and beautifully chaotic. It shares mathematical characteristics with many natural forms. This quote is from poet Christina Rossetti who wrote, “Grief is a thing too wonderful to be believed until you have seen it.” In other words, grief is a thing that can’t be understood until you have experienced it. Many people believe that they know what grief feels like but they don’t really know until they experience it.
Source: Grief Is The Thing With Feathers
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