Wisdom Cannot Prevent A Fall, But May

Rule Of Art: Let Half-blind Purpose Lead You.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

The Intimacy Of Love Absolves Us Of Our Guilty Separateness.

Under Attack, Sentiments Harden Into Dogma.

Other People's Beliefs May Be Myths, But Not Mine.