Issue 70 | The Sun Magazine

September 1981

Readers Write

If I Had A Million Dollars

Feed the poor, a 30-foot sailboat, expensive coffee beans

By Our Readers


Sweet joy befall thee as in your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth and all you behold, tho it appears without, it is within,
In your imagination, of which this world of Mortality is but a shadow.

William Blake

The Sun Interview

An Interview With Medicine Story

In the tribal way there is a concern not only with the family and the tribe, but also about a continuum that began with the ancestors, with maintaining a way that has been passed down, a good way, a sacred way, and passing it on to the unborn generations. This is the only major world viewpoint that has such a heavy reliance upon the unborn generations. There is a tradition always to plan for seven generations ahead.

By Howard Rubin
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Aquarian Conspiracy

At some point early in our lives, we decide just how conscious we wish to be. We establish a threshold of awareness. We choose how stark a truth we are willing to admit into consciousness, how readily we will examine contradictions in our lives and beliefs, how deeply we wish to penetrate.

By Marilyn Ferguson
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Writing A Wrong

By early July, something has run its course. I have filled some quota of failure. Certain delusions have been dealt with, and I am glad. Now I know what not to do.

By Elizabeth Rose Campbell
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Honest Business

Book Review

When I agonized last year over whether or not to buy a friend’s typesetting business, I could have used Michael Phillips’ and Salli Rasberry’s new book Honest Business. I would have known my answer in a couple of hours rather than dragging out indecision for months if I’d read the chapter on “tradeskill.”

By Dana P. Reinhold

What You Worship

How the dog felt about the canary I can describe in no other way: she worshipped it. How else would you explain her devotion? Fascination, perhaps? All right. But worship, at least in part, is fascination taken to its extreme. I leave it to you to judge if this wasn’t an extreme case.

By Franklin Mills