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March 1993There is a bird in a poem by T.S. Eliot who says that mankind cannot bear very much reality; but the bird is mistaken. A man can endure the entire weight of the universe for eighty years. It is unreality that he cannot bear.
Ursula Le Guin
I stood up and reeled. Blood washed from my brain. My vision began to shrink, and the people in the room seemed separated from me by some fold in the air.
By Karen BjornebyFebruary 1993Then he let go of me, and the meaning of the poem was clear. This man had finally brought me inside of it. Both of us had somehow been given what we came for. On the trail down to the bridge I broke out in goose flesh.
By Stephen T. ButterfieldJune 1992What is in a body? We see flesh with blood going through, but who knows what it is? I never asked before. All my life I saw a body as just a body, this bit of flesh we’re put inside the day we come alive.
By James JankoNovember 1991November 1990We think that we must become acquisitive — though we call it by a better-sounding word. We call it evolution, growth, development, progress, and we say it is essential.
J. Krishnamurti
“The Ed Sullivan Show,” 50,000 tons of dynamite, the word hope
By Our ReadersFebruary 1990Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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