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The Sun Magazine

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

News Of The Universe

Poems Of Twofold Consciousness

We all use our senses, but if the senses are called upon only to embody intuitions about ourselves, they die. The senses long to experience objects and things on their own; they don’t want to be slaves of our intuition.

Walls

I was on the San Diego freeway driving sixty miles an hour and a door opened in that wall and I walked through. I had seen the wall before but it never had a door. This time there was an open door and I walked through.

You Must Go Home Again

Yes, to go home again means a lot of work. But we are a generation (and perhaps soon to be a nation) out of work. And maybe it was the work we were running from all along.

Poetry

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Readers Write

John Lennon

I was struck by how much meaning could be conveyed in just a few words, in the words “John Lennon is dead.”

How I See God

God looks much the same to me as He did in 1955. At age six, God looked a lot like a combination of an elderly Abraham Lincoln and Uncle Sam.

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