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Each Life Reverberates In Every Other Life. Whether Or Not We Acknowledge It, We Are Connected, Woven Together In Our Needs And Desires, Rich And Poor, Men And Women Alike.

Just As The Slave Master Required The Slaves To Imitate The Image He Had Of Them, So Women, Who Live In A Relatively Powerless Position, Politically And Economically, Feel Obliged By A Kind Of Implicit Force To Live Up To Culture's Image Of What Is Female.

... This Is The Paradox Of Vision: Sharp Perception Softens Our Existence In The World.

I Love That Moment In Writing When Language Falls Short. There Is Something More There. A Larger Body. Even By The Failure Of Words I Begin To Detect Its Dimensions. As I Work The Prose, Shift The Verbs, Look For New Adjectives, A Different Rhythm, Syntax, Something New Begins To Come To The Surface.

Society, Like Nature, Is One Body, Really.