Today I Should Not Be Identified With

The Truth About Our Childhood Is Stored Up In Our Body, And Although We Can Repress It, We Can Never Alter It. Our Intellect Can Be Deceived, Our Feelings Manipulated, And Conceptions Confused, And Our Body Tricked With Medication. But Someday Our Body Will Present Its Bill, For It Is As Incorruptible As A Child, Who, Still Whole In Spirit, Will Accept No Compromises Or Excuses, And It Will Not Stop Tormenting Us Until We Stop Evading The Truth.

Discipline Is ... Life-inhibiting, Is At The Very Least Curtailment Of Vital Activity Insofar As The Latter Cannot Develop As It Wishes But Is Confined Within Specific Limits And Subjected To Specific Rules.

Someday We Will Regard Our Children Not As Creatures To Manipulate Or To Change But Rather As Messengers From A World We Once Deeply Knew, But Which We Have Long Since Forgotten, Who Can Reveal To Us More About The True Secrets Of Life, And Also Our Own Lives, Than Our Parents Were Ever Able To.

Where There Had Been Only Fearful Emptiness Or Equally Frightening Grandiose Fan­tasies, An Unexpected Wealth Of Vitality Is Now Discovered. This Is Not A Homecoming, Since This Home Has Never Before Existed. It Is The Creation Of Home.

One Can Only Remember What Has Been Consciously Experienced.