I am 50 today. It's strange. There is a feeling of having arrived – solid, adult, an achievement. I am a work-in-progress: who am I? who/what am I for? And, inevitably, there is death around the bend in the road. Somehow the now, the not-yet and the no more are held together. It beats me.
Early morning it rained; the sun shone for a brief burst and there was this rainbow.
Oh souls created for his greatness and summoned to it - what are you doing?!
The Maytrees were young long ago. They lived on what still seems antiquity's very surface.
If You Want to be Understood...Listen
It's intimacy without intricacy.
The good ones screw you, the bad ones screw you, and the rest don't know how to screw you.
There's two kinds of people in this world, there's winners and there's losers. Okay, you know what the difference is? Winners don't give up.
You get treated like a dumb animal long enough, that's what you become. You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember.
There is no secret ingredient ...
Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.
It is [the] wounded sense of self, [the] sense of emptiness and isolation, which underlies the violence, addiction and greed disrupting our live.
Part of the tremendous power of addictions is that they offer ways of avoiding the threat of nonbeing.
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