In a college dorm, in a prison, in a marriage
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. Sylvia Plath
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath
If the Christian God exists, the plurality of religions is not a problem in his mind. His mind functions in some other way. So it’s only a problem for us. If Mahayana Buddhism is right and the universe is neither One nor Many nor both nor neither but emptiness, unqualifiedness, then it’s not a problem that there are two religions or one or both or neither.
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Seth is an elder but an equal, who insists, “Basically you are no more of a physical being than I am, and I have donned and discarded more bodies than I care to tell. . . . Consciousness creates form. It is not the other way around. . . .”
We all live somehow or other, and that’s that. It is a compelling necessity for me to be free to embrace the necessity of my own nature.
To set aside the myriad differences which separate us from others, even those we love, and for a moment actually feel their consciousness is unparalleled as an evolutionary tool. It carries us far beyond our fortresses of pride and certainty.
As far as I know, my grandmother’s only regret in life was that she died on a Thursday. “Damnation!” she cursed fate in front of her sister Gert, her four children, and her thirteen grandchildren.
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