The Unconscious Can Become Destructive If It

Our Culture Made A Virtue Of Living Only As Extroverts. We Discouraged The Inner Journey, The Quest For A Center. So We Lost Our Center And Have To Find It Again.

I Love Your Silences, They Are Like Mine.

I See Enormous Loves Growing Immense And Finally Crushing Me.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

I Believe That In Judging Our Actions We Are More Severe Than Professional Judges. We Judge Not Only Our Actions, But Our Thoughts, Our Intentions, Our Secret Curses, Our Hidden Hate.