Smoking in the girls’ room, sneaking a drink, napping
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But the day is an answer to the night and not vice versa.
Years ago, while chasing my second-grade friend Margaret, I suddenly became acutely aware of feeling “here and elsewhere” at the same moment. This experience persisted even as we stopped our game and sat down to rest. My friend, curious about my silence, asked me what was the matter.
I feel some anxiety about touting a book again. The act calls up too many embarrassing memories of talking friends into reading Ram Dass or Castaneda — believing that something important turned on it. That kind of spiritual arm-twisting has consequences; if nothing else, it reminds us, as Hesse observes in Siddhartha, that “what is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another.”
Yes it really is a battle We struggle so to trade between us energies of love I had wanted to reach out and caress your heart but with hands of stone I couldn’t do it feeling weighted down And everywhere over the globe what war and pain cries skyward fly It is not we are not willing rather so weak and dumb Had we joined forces today had we joined palm to palm strength of equality justice and mercy had we transcended our own gross qualms I spent 15 minutes today choosing what pants to put on Who was waiting for me?