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A Swiss boarding school, a twig from a licorice plant, a chocolatier
By Our ReadersIllness is the most heeded of doctors. To goodness and wisdom we make only promises; pain we obey.
Marcel Proust
The landfill under the office where I work holds the decomposed bones of old ships and piers, derelicts not worth repairing, sunk in the harbor. Our building has piles sunk straight down to bedrock, supposed to keep us standing when the ground all around quivers and liquefies.
By Andrea ReshemA harmonious inner awakening is characterized by a sense of mental illumination that brings insight into the meaning and purpose of life; it dispels doubts, offers the solution to many problems, and gives an inner source of security.
By Roberto AssagioliShould I start with the apparent beginning, with that frozen January night when I felt suddenly dizzy and lightheaded, when my lungs tightened and my heart spasmed, when the malaria-like tremors began?
By Linda WirtanenI write that name with hesitation, the pause that accompanies reverence. One does not scribble the name of the Creator casually. One does not toss about the title of the Segmented Deity without a shuddering respect.
By Earl PikeI fell in love and then I went shopping for groceries. We were out of everything. There was milk and cold cereal. Bread. Boring.
By Susan MoonA woman sitting alone raises her glass and smiles. This has never happened to Rabbi Feltman before. He is not sure how to react. After a moment he decides to nod in acknowledgment and raises his own glass.
By Rafael WeinsteinShe saw clearly that God was physical, that God excluded nothing from His being, that there was no sensation or perception but that God was the sensation, perception, and the very consideration of these things.
By Robert Shaw