The Point Of Art Is Not Simply

Sometimes The One Who Is Running From The Life/death/life Nature Insists On Thinking Of Love As A Boon Only. Yet Love In Its Fullest Form Is A Series Of Deaths And Rebirths. We Let Go Of One Phase, One Aspect Of Love, And Enter Another. Passion Dies And Is Brought Back. Pain Is Chased Away And Surfaces Another Time. To Love Means To Embrace And At The Same Time To Withstand Many Endings, And Many Many Beginnings- All In The Same Relationship.

Suppose... The Body Is A God In Its Own Right, A Teacher, A Mentor, A Certified Guide? Then What? .... Are We Strong Enough To Refute The Party Line And Listen Deep, Listen True To The Body As A Powerful And Holy Being?

Forgiveness Is An Act Of Creation. You Can Choose From Many Ways To Do It. You Can Forgive For Now, Forgive Till Then, Forgive Till The Next Time, Forgive But Give No More Chances It’s A Whole New Game If There Is Another Incident. You Can Give One More Chance, Give Several More Chances, Give Many Chances, Give Chances Only If. You Can Forgive Part, All, Or Half Of The Offense. You Can Devise A Blanket Of Forgiveness. You Decide

Mend The Part Of The World That Is Within Your Reach.

Story Is A Medicine Which Strengthens And Arights The Individual And The Community.