The continuation of my autobiographical narration about my inner quest during my formative years. (Use index at left for specific chapters; here is the previous episode.)
To what extent can lovers see themselves? That is what must increase.
The meaning of labor is far removed from what economists reckon. “You shall feel the sweat on your brow and toil in life’s fields.” (paraphrasing Genesis 3:17-19)…
The impressions friends and others make upon each other are by no stretch proportional to the length of time of their encounters…
Behind almost all human effort: an immeasurable primordial urge for union. But how to understand this urge? You can know things, as in successfully exhibiting the capacity to perceive their truth. Yet, a good dose of more life experiences may still comprise your destiny so as to cement the wisdom.
We don’t remember conversations in full tableau. Instead, glistening moments, a bluesy vignette, a mere phrase filled with undisclosed meaning. They shine like supernovae across our lifespan, persistently prodding us to mine their significance with each new contemplation. Gifts which keep on giving.
Exercise in gratefulness; like a muscle, needs work. Forgive me…
Friendships materializing late in life have a special and different color to them. They will not be understood in this lifetime, but will spew unpredictable fruits and blossoms in times to come.
Occasionally something impels me to puzzle through some enigma enclosed within a vignette from my youth, and invariably I turn to writing as the method. But once I start to immerse, I lose some control and it becomes more like managing a kite in a gale than steering a ship into the memory banks.
think I saw her 4 times
very first time, I kissed her mouth
completely unlike me