Pride Is A Tricky, Glorious, Double-edged Feeling.

The Longer I Live The More I Mistrust Theatricality, The False Glamour Cast By Performance, The More I Know Its Poverty Beside The Truths We Are Salvaging From The Splitting-open Of Our Lives. -from "transcendental Etude

Not Biology, But Ignorance Of Ourselves, Has Been The Key To Our Powerlessness

How We Dwelt In Two Worlds The Daughters And The Mothers In The Kingdom Of The Sons.

The Mother's Battle For Her Child With Sickness, With Poverty, With War, With All The Forces Of Exploitation And Callousness That Cheapen Human Life Needs To Become A Common Human Battle, Waged In Love And In The Passion For Survival.

What Kind Of Beast Would Turn Its Life Into Words?