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Every single moment of consciousness, of your experience, from the past, present or future is such an incredible storehouse of creativity that is unleashed upon itself, I am awed, my mind is boggled.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellMarch 1977The photographs in this selection are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.
By Priscilla RichMarch 1977I was compiling a list of what I would take with me in the coffin when along came a dog wearing a hat.
By Karl GrossmanMarch 1977I am running out these hours like a man condemned to live them. But life is eternal, sings the wind; everlasting, whispers the rain.
By Sy SafranskyMarch 1977I have noticed that there are those who give spontaneously, unself-consciously. There are also those who have the same ability, but become distracted and brought down by the shadow of their own personalities, and a wavering results. In that instant of wavering, the gift melts. A state of listening grace evolves from instinctive setting aside of self.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellDecember 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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