The Interior Life Is Often Stupid.

Having Chosen This Foolishness, I Was A Free Being. How Could The World Ever Stop Me, How Could I Betray Myself, If I Was Not Afraid?

There Is Always The Temptation In Life To Diddle Around Making Itsy-bitsy Friends And Meals And Journeys For Years On End. It Is All So Self Conscience, So Apparently Moral...but I Won't Have It. The World Is Wilder Than That In All Directions, More Dangerous...more Extravagant And Bright. We Are...raising Tomatoes When We Should Be Raising Cain, Or Lazarus.

The Interior Life Is Often Stupid.

Buddhism Notes That It Is Always A Mistake To Think Your Soul Can Go It Alone.

Silence Is Not Our Heritage But Our Destiny; We Live Where We Want To Live.