It Was The Oldest Sound There Was.

That's What I Told Myself Five Hundred Times: Impossibility. I Can Tell You This Much: The Word Is A Great Big Log Thrown On The Fires Of Love. ~page 133.

Where Had I Been That I Didn't Know About Imaginary Friends? I Could See The Point Of It. How A Lost Part Of Yourself Steps Out And Remind You Who You Could Be With A Little Work.

Madonna Kolbenschlag Suggest That If An Awakened Woman Forgoes Innocence And Denial, If She Refuses To Make Compromises With Herself And Defect To Patriarchy, Then Her Only Option Becomes Deviance. I Chose Deviance. I Chose To Be A Loving Dissident. To Dance The Dance Of Dissidence. This Stance Can Be Assumed From The Inside Or The Outside. Whichever Place We Choose, The Important Thing Is Having The Sustained Will To Be, Act, And Speak From The Ground Of Our Feminine Souls.

The World Will Give You That Once In Awhile, A Brief Timeout; The Boxing Bell Rings And You Go To Your Corner, Where Somebody Dabs Mercy On Your Beat-up Life.

I Don't Hold To The Idea That God Causes Suffering And Crisis. I Just Know That Those Things Come Along And God Uses Them. We Think Life Should Be A Nice, Clean Ascending Line. But Inevitably Something Wanders Onto The Scene And Creates Havoc With The Nice Way We've Arranged Life To Fall In Place.