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It feels amazing to be blogging again. But I don't know where other bloggers who might connect to my blog might be. The crowd in the old...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ...
You see, my Friend, you are such a perceptive writer, and a writer within the mirror of the third eye, by which I mean that no observation is not without examination of the veils. The pool is a perfect metaphor. Perfect. You echo these insights through the pen. Echo.
ReplyDeleteYou are a writer of literary eternity, my Friend.
Blessings~